“How ya doing?” he mumbled in that gravelly, seven beers deep kind of voice.“Good, yourself?” I asked him.“You know we have a doorbell?” L...slie’s mom said, coming from the kitchen smiling and giving me a hug.“I like knocking!” I laughed.“She’ll be down in a minute or two,” her dad grumbled, sinking back into his chair to watch Auto Trader. “You know how she is, has to look perfect to go to the corner store.” I always had the feeling that even though Leslie’s parents liked her fiancé Mark,. Well I'm here to tell you that I was no advocate of owning slaves. My family didn't have any and no one we knew did either. I fought in the war because the Unionists attacked us and I was defending my country, same as it was during the Revolutionary War I suspect. I do know this: I will go to my grave believing the war was just an excuse for greedy Yankee carpetbaggers to take what was ours. I see the same thing out here in the west with the Red Indians. The same people who were a hollering. I heard voices down the hall and Jean and her friend Gerta walked in the bedroom. With the heating vent cover off and me in the attic I could see everything going on in the room. Then I got the surprise I had not expected, Gerta and Jean embraced and exchanged a passionate French kiss, as my wife fondled Gerta’s ample breasts as she unbuttoned her blouse. The blouse fell to the floor and shortly afterwards Gerta’s bra came off and so did her blue jean mini-skirt. She was wearing no panties and. , se acercaron cinco chavos, o señores, no lo se, ni la cara les vi o la edad,el que me tenía del cabello con la cara hacia arriba me dijo que abriera la boca, y se derramaron uno tras otro en mi boca y rostro, pude contar dieciocho venidas sobre mi, venía el intermedio y bajé para ir al baño donde me arreglé nuevamente el maquillaje, cuando escuché que la película se había reanudado entre nuevamente a la sala de proyección, había mas gente y esta vez me senté en una butaca. ahí llegó un señor.