"Not here to cause a problem, Rick," Jordan said moving her hand behind her where she was keeping her gun. "How many guns do you think are out here?" ...ick asked. "You shoot me, I can guarantee he won't make it to the front of the truck," he said as he pointed at Brandon, "I told you this wasn't over. Have a good day," he said as he tipped his hat. "We should go," Brandon said. "Soon, I promise," Jordan smiled. "Don't make them intimidate you. Its what they want." Jordan's father pulled up in. Nowadays I think they call it a ‘staycation’. We went hiking, we had the obligatory whole day shopping in town, we did the art gallery and the museum, and we ate out every night.On Sunday morning, the Feast of St George, Patron of England, I got a phone call.“Graham, it’s Patrick. What’s going on? I’ve got two rather irate companies wondering why you’ve left them in the lurch with no explanation.”“Hello Patrick. You’ve not heard anything from Mr Walsh?”“What’s with the ‘Mr Walsh’, Graham?”“Mr. She told him not to go anywhereand he laughed. He heard the movement and asked who it was. He was totallyshocked to hear Johanna say it wasn't who he thought it was. He stood up completely naked and asked what she was doing there. "I thought you were taking a little too long to program a VCR soI came over to see what you were doing. Now, I know what you'vebeen doing. How could you do this to me?" "I'm sorry. It just happened. I am so sorry! I will do anythingso I don't lose you. Anything!". His dog tags will tell us,If there's not DNA enoughLeft in his remains,Which bitch he wasAnd which outfit'sPatch he wore.ACROSS HIS GIRLY BEDHe looks sexy,Shirtless in bed,With his hairy legsExposed, a teddy bearHeld against his breastsAnd dolls on either sideOf his feminine hips,Wet and bloody,As if from birth,A tear upon his cheek,With nothing left to loseBut the semen smearedAcross his girly bed.BECAUSEI like him becauseHe wears eye shadowAnd mascara;I like him becauseHe wears lipstick and.