Just leave!"I felt anger rise. I felt guilty before but now my mother had completely turned against me. She put all the blame on me. "Fine! I'm out of...here!" I shouted and headed towards the hallway, grabbed my purse that I had left on the hallway table and ran out the door. I ran towards my car and took off. I didn't know where I was heading to or what I was going to do. I just needed to get the hell out of my house before I got angrier.~Gary~I drove through the city streets with no care in. Because of my um, drinking problem, the only reason the garbage company here in town kept me on was his protection. We have no money. It’s all your fault. You’re going to be punished now.?Lorne pointed to the bed, and I went and lay across it, and he bound my wrists behind my back and then also bound my ankles, so I couldn’t move at all. I could see his eyes enjoying my full bubble buttocks?I bit the pillow in acute fear.Lorne went to the dresser and brought back Pa’s Razor Strop, which he’d. 17. I said Of course she probobly knew I wasnt 17 because I myself knew I didnt look it. But we started to go and she asked me my name. I told her that it was Kev. She said her name was Ramona and that his was Brad. Brad was about 6 feet 7 as I saw very muscular with long died blond hair because I could see that his natural hair was growing back in. He asked if it was ok if I went to their house for a minute. I didnt care. They could of killed me but I still didnt care. So we arrived at. The man took a sip before once again spitting it out on the bar. “This is just a six-year-old scotch,” he moaned. “I’m not paying for this! Now will you give me the twelve-year-old scotch I ordered?”The bartender finally relented, and served the man his best quality twelve-year-old scotch.The entire episode had been witnessed by an old drunk at the other end of the bar. He now walked up to the selective scotch drinker, put a glass down in front of him and asked: “What do you think of this?”The.