.. Joanna kicked me out of the house! I don’t mind ... I was so done with her that it wasn’t funny! I answered your text, she saw it, and she lite...ally forced me out at gunpoint, holding her father’s rusty shotgun ... It might not even fire, but I wasn’t taking any chances, plus, I was eager to be with you! It’s over between us. I’m filing for a divorce and getting a restraining order ASAP! I’m tired of dealing with her fucking crap, damn it!” Jason declared, as he continued impaling Lisa Di. I snapped back out of my dream as I could feel a stirring between my legs at the thought of that night. No time for that yet, I need to get dressed.I finally selected a light blue denim skirt, I knew it was a bit tighter and shorter than some of the others my mother had. Slipping it on, I fastened the catch and pulled up the zip at the back. A fuchsia nylon blouse was next. Sliding it up my arms, feeling my light arm hair react to the electricity from the material, I tucked it in and buttoned. His sister was just doing what any older sister or sisters were supposed to do. Joe looked down at his English paper, or at least, what was left of it. Jane had drawn dozens and dozens of doodles all over the pages. Some incredibly obscene, others were cute. "Mom, would she'd have a heart attack saw these." Thought JoeJoe then sighed. He wasn't going to show his mother anything, but it was a nice fantasy. Joe walked out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where Jane was slurping. Hank let go of her arm, moved behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders. Rosalie leaned against him, still trembling. ‘Hank, it looks just like I remember it!’ she said softly. ‘In fact, it’s even nicer than I remember it! Oh, God, darling, it’s perfect!’ ‘I’m glad you like it,’ Hank replied. ‘It’s important that you like it, because I want it to be our home.’ Rosalie turned and looked at him, her eyes moist and red. ‘Hank…is…is that…is that a…a proposal?’ she stammered. Hank nodded. It.