“Yeah, fair ‘nough. The boys are still going to give you shit. Someone might get a wild hair and decide they want your spot after watching you get...tossed by a mouthy slag.”“Let ‘em,” Hatchet said. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”“So Shae still wants to complete the set?’’ Ben the Bartender asked with a smarmy leer toward the stairs. “Can’t say I blame her. Those sisters got nasty mouths, but everything else is top shelf. Even the chubby cripple’s got great tits.”Hatchet shook his head in warning.. "How was he killed?" asked one detective."With a golf gun," the other detective replied."A golf gun! What is a golf gun?" I don't know. But it sure made a hole in Juan."Moe: 'My wife got me to believe in religion.'Joe: 'Really?'Moe: 'Yeah. Until I married her I didn't believe in Hell.'A man is recovering from surgery when the Surgical Nurse appears and asks him how he is feeling.'I'm O. K. But I didn't like the four letter-words the doctor used in surgery, ' he answered.'What did he say, '. Walking down the hall in opposite directions our hands would automatically reach out to brush the other's crotch. In the kitchen, if she was reaching for a dish while I was reaching for a cup, our asses would bump and we would give them a quick rub together. Watching TV, she automatically lay with head on my chest while I had one hand on her tits and the other hand on her pussy, while hers stayed on my cock. We did a lot of fucking.It was smooth living. We never found anything to fight about.. She knew he would not be in the shower if he were still sick. She rolled over and smiled, both at the thought of him feeling better, and at the memory of the night before. She giggled lightly as she swung her feet from the bed and stood, walked to the sliding door and opened it. The smell of the ocean breeze wafted over her and she imagined this being as close to paradise as she could get. She stepped onto the veranda and leaned over the railing slightly, looking towards Carter and Jess’s.