Tracie was there too and three of your other girlfriends. When did Tracie get a yellow smiley face tattooed on her fuck mound?”Mom said, “You must...be mistaken.”Dad grabbed one of Mom’s hands and said, “Your son and I watched these bright blue nails with white tips reach down and rub Tracie’s clit. He watched you spread your cunt lips and show us your three gold rings.”Mom gasped and said, “No fucking way. I tell you that it wasn’t me.”That was when I said, “Yes it was. We have proof. We have. Once they had called him SICK. But only once. But he realized that that one cruel insult helped him to remember his lover's kinder words all the more sweetly. He would spend all night gazing at his lover's face that way, and thinking thoughts of true love and devotion. Until the alarm clock rang, reminding him that he had to go to work. Reluctantly, he would put his lover's head back in the refrigerator where he kept it safe and secure while he was gone. This time however, he was feeling. The trapezoid shaped windows let in the sunshine to highlight the open floor plan. Seth closed the door and began to walk across the shiny hardwood floor. She didn't take a step."Honey, come on. I'll show you around." Let me take my shoes off first. They might make the floor dirty." It's a house, not a showroom. Relax, okay?" He took her hand and led her through the main floor, pointing out anything he thought was important. Spare bedrooms and another huge family room of sorts filled the second. Cheers and jeers sounded as each boy took his turning shooting at the cat. By the time each boy had taken his second shot, the calico hung motionless from the tree. Jim felt his feet touch the floor. Jim’s friend kept prodding him to hurry as he screwed the end of the dent puller into the ignition switch. Three hard pulls on the slide, and the switch was free of the column. Jim cut one wire with his knife, touched it to the other side of the switch and the car engine cranked and caught. Jim.