"Yeah. Are you?" David said. "I'm fine silly, thanks for breaking my fall." They both took themselves out of the game to take a break."I'm gonna get ...omething to drink" David said to Liz. "Can I get you something?" he asked Liz. They walked over to the table and he poured them some drinks and he handed one to Liz. I guess I need to stick with soccer David said jokingly. After a while the fire got started and everyone stood around it talking and roasting marshmallows. David put a few on a. And he could find somebody else to suck his dick for him, for all she cared. * But today, on this bright Sunday morning, she merrily gulped down twelve ounces of water. She even managed a wink and a smile, with her lips still clamped around the bottle opening. Fitz reflected on this remarkable transformation and contemplated the folly of hoping to ever truly comprehend this creature. He was reminded of a passage from a Saul Bellow novel. How did it go? Men will never understand what women want.. We’re going to straighten you out. I’m warning you right now, I ain’t putting up with any of your shit. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, or you regret it right away. Do you understand me, bitch?”I was shocked. I have never been spoken to like that before. I didn’t even know how to respond. But it became pretty obvious when he grabbed a handful of my hair and tipped my head up. With his face only inches from mine he growled, “I asked you a fucking question, bitch! I know you ain’t deaf!. He listened for a long time, enjoying the warmth of the bed and the way that Val held him in her sleep. He was almost asleep himself when the wind shifted and he heard the sound again. This time it was accompanied by a faint bang. It might have been a gunshot, or it might have been the wind blowing something over. Whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to check it out.He fumbled in the dark until he found a lighter, lit a few candles, then eased out of bed. Valerie complained in her sleep, but she.