He's going to resent us anyway, but this way we get something we want out of it. Brenda and Mrs. Connor don't have to worry about being poor. Isn't th...t why you gave him your business in the first place?" We don't really care how Walt feels then?" Well, we'd like for him to like us, but that isn't the main reason why we help him with his business. It isn't really costing us anything to let him get the business, right? If it helps his family, then that should be enough reason." Did you want me. M.F., Jay?'Jay: (laugh) 'An ancient term of endearment. It's a Rear Echelon Mother Fucker.'Me: 'Ahh ... A term of derision, I take it.'Robbie: 'An understatement, Shakey.'Jay: 'So, officially, we have a stolen pinnace and a stolen shuttle and everything, except Shakespeare and Krayshall, belongs to Yerowl, not us: rifles, skinsuits and all the etcetera. That makes us officially pirates.'Me: 'Ridiculous, Jay.'Jay: 'Nevertheless ... I want to send Merhnah a message and have it back. Disbelief enveloped me. I pinched myself, to make sure that I wasn't dreaming ... I wasn't. I turned my head back around the corner, watching Yolanda ride her father in the computer chair, bucking her hips and squeezing her tits. Her nipples looked so hard. Her lips had been wrapped around one of my husband's fingers, who had been gazing up at his not-so-little girl in a way that no father should. The sheer wrongness of the situation begged for me to stop what they were doing. However, I did. *** Dear Penelope, I know I have neglected to send you any news of me and I thought I should since we are betrothed. I understand from my father that you’ve started lessons on Latin. I myself find the language fascinating, though it seems impractical to learn it unless one wishes to translate old documents. But it came in use these past few months while I was guided through the ruins of Greece. The history here is so rich and well recorded, from the architecture, ancient scrolls to artwork. I.