He sidled over to the bar and carefully reached out for the Coke. Ed picked up his and held it up as though making a toast. The kid didn’t return th... gesture but did drink about half of his Coke. Ed asked, “Would you like some Nachos?”“Why did you kill him?”Ed shrugged and answered, “I’m not sure who it is that you think I killed?”Angry, the kid spat back, “My father, Harry Burton.”“Oh,” replied Ed knowing the whole time that the kid was Sammy Burton. His attempt to draw out the conversation. Her body started to quiver, Maria assumed it was an orgasm that wracked her core. Jane took a couple of steps back before the shaking stopped, and lowered her body to the ground, lying flat on her belly.“I think we’re good to go,” Maria said as she finished setting the table.“Wonderful, I think Jane is also finished,” Holly turned to look at Maria, “please don’t feel offended because I’m not sitting in front of you. We agreed we won’t have sex this time and I am a woman of my word.”“Anything. Chelsea’s stomach grumbled with hunger, she found a seat at the bar and took it. Brent’s smell was now gone she picked a man at the end of the bar, he was 5’6, about 175 pounds, with brown hair and eyes, he was slim and walked in short strides. He took his time trying to be mysterious; she looked deep into his eyes, he was thinking of sex, which didn’t surprise her one bit, but she wouldn’t do that she was just hungry. Chelsea brought her face close to his ear introducing her self then letting. " He replied, the last sentence much more hushed than the others.Anthony sighed, as if it was one of the hardest things he'd ever heard of. At last, he opened the door, waving Harley in. "Come on. I WAS sleeping, asshole. This'd better be good." He said a bit venomously.Harley thanked the skies and stepped in, taking a seat on the couch. He looked up at Anthony, who even still, looked rather bored."Now, what is it, dickhead?" He spat. He obviously still harbored a grudge after the incident with.