Play baseball, going to Jess’ piano recitals and swim meets, and having Kathy on my arm at charity events. They all weren’t all bad things. In fac..., I was fortunate to have that life and be able to provide it for my family. But the same kinds of things I did for Kathy as I did for Andrea — like surprising her with concert or show tickets, overnight and weekend getaways, or even just a day at the spa — were expected, assumed and taken for granted. With Andrea, they were the kinds of things that. This particular afternoon for something like six, or seven days before a, or the thanksgiving day holiday for this calendar year of two-thousand, & eighteen, twenty-eighteen whereas i'm watching that being of a news-story about a mad-shooter had went upon a shooting-spree upon the southside of the city of metropolitan Chicago, Illinois, u.s.a. before that being of the closing of the day for that being of the five o'clock p.m. hour. I mean this stupid, crazy, excuse my language, &/or pardon my. “This guy is the real deal, isn’t he?”“Most days,” Yuki said with a smile.“Jenny did try to kill me, first,” Mike added. “It’s kind of a theme.”Emily’s wailing pierced the air, and everyone winced.“So I get why you’re here,” Mike said. “But why is she up there?”“No idea. That cunt showed up a couple years back and never comes out of her room.” Amymone scowled. “Some days, she’ll just stare at me for hours. I have no idea what that’s about, and she seems to be putting on a special show for you. Nothing! I beg you to look at my battered backside. See if these vermin have stuck something into Lara's bottom to mortify my tortured flesh."Olga's face was at the same level as Lara's burning red ass cheeks. She could see a small thread extending from the poor girl's anus. Unfortunately, with her own hands cuffed behind her, Olga could only try to pull it free with her own teeth. The sound of Olga's face pushing Lara's reddened cheeks wide apart was drowned out by the shrill cry forced from.