You haven’t gone to the birds too, have you—like Crazy Betty next door?’ Connie turned to the woman sitting next to her, her best friend, Vicky,...who drank coffee and gossiped with her for hours on end every weekday morning, and saw her for the first time in her life. She had been using ‘crazy’ with Betty’s name in her thoughts herself just now—but hearing it verbalized jolted and embarrassed her—and it made her feel little bitchy. ‘Excuse me,’ Connie said, as she rose from her chair, pulled a. ‘Gabriella, sit, please. Let me help you a plate.’ She eyed him suspiciously for she knew he was up to no good and it involved her. When she hesitated, he repeated, more forcefully ‘sit!’ Gabriella sat, her eyes feasting on the food, her mouth salivating and her stomach growling. ‘Dear, dear that’s certainly not very lady-like. You know you could have saved yourself a lot of trouble and self inflicted anguish. All you had to do was cooperate. As you can see, I have a rather nasty scar thanks to. She made herself small, not wanting him to remember she was there until he finished with his tantrum. He knew she was there. He always knew when she was around. It was like a sixth sense, a feeling, or maybe he was just thinking with his dick. He didn’t know. But he was mad, he was mad at her, he was furious with the sheriff. But he was even more pissed off at himself. Today had started bad and had gone sliding downhill into the shit heap pretty damn fast. And he really had no one else to blame. She was a petite dark skinned girl; just the way Adam liked it. This wasn't the first time her saw her, intact they were already good friends but every time he saw her he would just melt. Her name was Kristen. *swoosh* Adam felt Kristen's hand on his ass.Oh hey Adam didn't see you there!Hi Kristen I didn't know you were working today.HEHE, so what side are you on today?I'm on East cleaning shit upOh really what a coincidence cause so am I! Hey Adam I gotta go I think that Maria is calling me,.