DasWichtigste gleich zu Beginn. Dein Ex-Freund Manuel hei?t nicht mehr so,und zwar schon seit Wochen. Die Ereignisse haben sich ?berschlagen.Manuel ka... eines Freitags v?llig frustriert zu mir und klagte, dass erkeine Lust mehr zum Arbeiten h?tte. Ich ergriff die Gelegenheit beimSchopf. Ein wenig lie? ich ihn noch schw?rmen, ehe ich mit der Spracheherausr?ckte und ihm anbot, zu mir zu ziehen, meinen Haushalt zu f?hrenund mit der Arbeit aufzuh?ren. Du wei?t ja, dass ich aus dem Erbe vonHenry. We bind you so you cannot move. We bind you so you cannot speak. We bind you so all you can feel is pain. We bind you Tom Blake for your sins."Black tape ribbon started to flow from their outstretched hands, sticking to Tom as he spun faster and faster. Starting at his feet, they wrapped him like a black taped mummy.The further up his body the louder he pleaded and the more agonizing his screams became. Just as they reached his head they added one more chant, "We bind you Tom Blake with. We don't want her to be like us. We want her to be a worldly woman so she can make her way." Franklin picked up the newspaper focusing on a front page article.Marjorie refused to let her husband have the final word. Franklin knew exactly when to throw in the towel, raise the white flag, call a truce. After thirty years of badgering he knew when to quit. He was finished while Marjorie was just oiling the gears. Pushing herself out of the easy chair Marjorie trundled past her husband whose. The unexpected and outrageous was where he thrived. Carl decided to call her bluff. He began to openly play with Page's nipple. He began to tug on it and gently twisting it too. The actions were casual, almost like a habit, done without thought. Carl was not sure who moaned first; Page or the guys watching the action from across the room."What do you think slave?" Carl asked Page. She had gotten lost in the sensation and had forgotten to look at the shoes. After stammering for a moment, Page.