What the fuck is happening to my life, man?I started to fall, secluded in a deep depression. I thought that my uttermost dreams were going to come tru..., but I guess not.I went deeper and deeper into this docile and volaitile depression until I heard my blackberry ring.I picked it up and answered it."Hello?" I asked."It's Jane, are you alright?" Yeah, I'll just have to get past the fact that at least 90 percent of all my hopes and dreams were taken away this night." Well, if you really thought. That sort of thing." Then who are they? Who's shooting at whom?" asked Ludwig, his voice anxious, unsteady."That's not really important. It's people we need to run away from, right now," Ethan said as he pulled out a Colt forty-five from his backpack and drived home a clip."You have a gun?" asked Ludwig, as if he had never imagined he'd see one up close. Ethan loaded a bullet in the chamber and clicked the safety on."It's American but it'll do nicely. Gather your people and just go. Pack. “The thing is,” she said, “About a week ago, shortly before we moved, I had a bit of an emotional meltdown as the realisation finally sunk in that Ray was gone forever, and that I was all alone.” I clasped her hand and assured her that it was completely normal for people to undergo that kind of outpouring as part of the grieving process, and that she had nothing to be ashamed of.“Well actually I do,” she said softly.She squeezed my hand and told me that she was crying herself to sleep that. Not to be outdone, Carol moved closer, running her hand up my thigh before straying to my underwear and feeling my erection starting to strain underneath. At the same time, she leaned down and sucked on my nipple while running her hands through my hair. Still sucking, she reached behind herself and removed her bra, revealing her full but still firm tits. Breasts that seemed to defy both age and her two c***dren.Michelle suggested that there is only so much we can do on a couch. She knew of a.