”I looked at that thirteen-year-old and thought about my eighteen-year-old son fucking her. That moron could go to jail for fucking a minor like her... His prison roommate Bubba will probable ask him if the fucking he was getting was worth the fucking that he had gotten. One look at her said, probably.I told them to go back to what they were doing and then I closed the door behind me. I called Teddy on his cell phone and pretending that I was still in Paris. He pretended that he was in his. Lena then just looked back down at her tablet, reading the paper whilesipping at her coffee. "Like what you were doing need explaining. Itseemed pretty clear to me you perverted fag." Lena muttered under herbreath. Still loud enough for Monroe to hear.His wife calling him a faggot was what hurt most. It was the last thinghe wanted to be compared to. He detested homosexuality let alone beingconsidered gay himself. Jerking off to such a fragile feminine lookingthing wasn't gay right? It couldn't. Truth is, I’m on top of a delicious margarita right now ... as I sit on a lounge chair ... on a beach ... in the beautiful Padre Islands.”“Come ooooon ... You should know better than to try your luck twice in one day ... A beach on San Padre Island, huh,” I deadpanned, having visited that area on the Gulf of Mexico near Corpus Christi many times.“A NUDIST beach, to be exact,” he said rather proudly. “And I shit you not!”It took a moment for me to digest what I had just heard. “You mean to tell. "##Die ganze Zeit hatte ich ?berlegt, was ich kochen sollte. Biene undSvenja w?rden kommen. Ich konnte mir keine Bl??e geben, die beidenw?rden mich gnadenlos aufziehen.Sollte ich etwas kochen, was ich schon gemacht hatte? So viel war es janoch nicht gewesen. Und ich war mir nicht sicher, ob das Gelingen nichtan Anf?ngergl?ck lag.Ich ging durch den Supermarkt, um mich von irgendetwas inspirieren zulassen. Aber was mir sonst so leicht gelang, f?hrte heute nicht zumErfolg. Ob es daran lag, dass.