" Mom understood completely, because she was ever a mother in her heart, and she was hugging Katrina again, kissing her cheek. "Welcome home, Katrina.... What's going on in here now, I thought I heard a car..." Dad was walking into the kitchen. "Oh ... I guess I did hear a car. Hi, Susan." Hi, Daddy." I walked to him, followed slowly by Mom, who was leading Katrina by the hand. I wasn't sure she'd ever let go of the girl."Hey," my dad gave my shoulder a little squeeze and bent himself a bit so I. ... "Did you prepare... his?" I heard Cindy giggle as she responded. "In his ass, just like you wanted!" she said. Actually, hours ago, Cindy blended several raw eggs, and a couple sausage links, in the blender and using a speculum and a big spoon, she poured the goo into my ass! I'd been holding it all night...once the two of them finished breakfast, I would squirt them out into a frying pan, cook them up and eat them from a plate on the floor. If I didn't do well on my first. .Not very many people did this kind of painting in 1965.Ida's car had so many dents and dings it looked as if somebody made it for her in arts and crafts class at day camp, but,in a way like Ida herself, the outside could fool you if you didn't pay attention. She was short, cursed like every female in our Ashkenazim line with that fat, but not fat in the way that my friend and lover, Judy Chavez was fat. Judy weighed close to three hundred, but she had a shape for all that, breasts, butt, hips,. “Don’t lose him.” She hung up and quickened her paceI wasn’t sure that this was a good idea but decided to go along with it. As she said, he needs to be confronted about his actions Jay got to within a hundred feet of the hotel then quickened her pace, almost at a trot. She flashed her room card at the outside door reader allowing the doors to open, then she entered, the doors automatically closing behind herThe man quickened his pace too but stopped when he saw her enter the hotel. Seeing.