I take a big breath. I can smell the flower on the grave just to my right. The same woman puts them there every Valentine Day. One red rose for her...dead husband. He died three years ago. I tried to save him. But he would not drink my blood. I watched from a distance as he saved her from the fire. Then he laid down next to her as he faded away. I've been just about everything in life. I've done everything there is to do. Now I live alone in a big civil war mansion at the edge of. That is enough." Dashwood replied, his annoyance showing."As maybe. What if I do not agree?" Do you agree?" I see no reason to object." Then let us get it done, now that you have decided, my lady."Clarice smiled widely at Dashwood's apparent deference."Now we have established who is in command." Quite so." Dashwood nodded. He made a mental note that Clarice needed disposing of sooner rather than later.Holmes woke after an unusually peaceful night. Humming merrily he started down the stairs. He. Melissa tells him to go suck his dick himself.That really pisses him off and he tries to grab her wrist.That is where I come in. This big skinny ugly motherfucker calls me a stupid redneck Because she has a strong southern accent he thinks I am from the south too.I proceed to tell him if he doesn't get lost I will break my foot off in his fucking ass .He starts laughing saying you fat white bastard go and eat some more donuts I'm talking here Besides fat boy I don't see no ring on the finger. I thought about you every day” Cindy: “That’s sweet. You were on my mind as well. ...truth”Me: “Have you been seeing anybody?” Cindy: “You mean any boys? ...nope”Me: “Really? No cavorting? No boys? I don’t believe it. ... truth” Cindy: “What about you? Any girls?”Me: “No. Just school and work” Cindy: “And I don’t believe that either... ...truth” I had to try and test the watersMe: “Do you ever think of me when you diddle?”Cindy looked at me with a.