How dare she fuck around with the neighborhood boys… how dare she soil your good name.You stare at the television while your hand is submerged deepl... into the Cheetos bowl. You fish around and grab some, then shove them into your mouth quickly. The television shows no comfort and all you can hear was the constant bickering of the couple in the next house, they are taking about your daughter… you know it… they are talking about how many boys she’s fucked… about how many pussies she’s licked.. Paul Rodriguez did his usual "I'm more Mexican than you" routine, and Ruben had laughed his ass off at the comedian's antics.It had been a long week for Ruben, first he'd ferried trucks from El Paso to LA, and then unloaded the trucks at night. Last night had been the worst night of the week. Ruben's truck had been one of three arrivals, and all needed to be emptied before the trailers were brought back to the yard they came from.He'd earned the night out, having unloaded trucks all day into. The evening led to the sunset, and a move in the house. James was playing games with Brady, and the rest of us was talking and watching. My wife had decided to head home, so I could hang out with James a bit more. I got my chance to play the games with the boys. Sam walked up to James, and asked him to help her with something in the attic. James was so caught up in the game, he waved Sam off. She got mad and yelled at him back. I sat back and watch this fight...wish I had popcorn lol. Anyway,. ”“I was thinking the same thing, but I can’t quite put my finger on what’s bothering me,” I sighed.“I think you know, you just aren’t admitting it. She has you sized up for a tuxedo, Big Brother. She’s done everything except pick out the china pattern!”“So has Karin, Squirt.”“She’s over 3000 miles away and you aren’t in a relationship with her, so that doesn’t bother you. Well, either that or you’re sure she’s the one, like you were Birgit, and so it doesn’t bother you.”“That makes.