Anyway, at this point in time I was sitting beside her on the couch and I was blankly staring at the screen, giving half a shit about what was on."Wha... are you thinking about?" Hanna asked randomly."What? Oh, I was just thinking about how these cartoons nowadays suck." What do you mean? They do not!" Well whatever. Hell, Wile E. Coyote made much more sense - and there was little to no speech in there or sense what so ever." Ain't that the truth." She began to laugh a little."What do you mean?". Her sisters were just the opposite and I guess in a certain sense they all qualified as bone fide “sluts”. None of the guys in the neighborhood considered that to be an insult like being considered a “tease” or a “bitch”. There were certainly enough of them to go around making a young man’s life filled with nubile female land mines in unlikely places.Nobody in the family suspected that Nancy and I had done the dirty two-step inside her tent and I was not about to announce my undying love for. As he picked the key up he could feel all the bits of soil on the key, the coolness a contrast to the heat from his skin. Still on autopilot he turned to the door and fitted the key to the keyhole, softly he slid the key in, feeling it judder as he slid it in to the hilt and then began to slowly turn it to prevent any noise giving Sara any warning.Warning about what? Christ, what was he doing, he was going to go in there to see her better? Suddenly the conscious moral part of his brain shut. " Wait 'til I see the bitch. I'll show her what being hunted means." It's not like that. We just know each other as old friends."Roxanne was still pleading her case when the food arrived. It didn't look or smell very good. My burger had a pubic hair hanging out of the edge of the bun. I took that as a sign the management didn't want me here. The girls didn't notice anything wrong with their food so I let them eat and sipped my drink until we were all through.Roxanne gave me directions to the.