At first he asked about my crying, but no more. You're humiliatingme you fucking cunt. I hate you!"and....."He made me wear a bra like yours and I rea...ize you're the one he's loving, he has a wireless mouse changing from videos to your photos then back to videos telling me to fill out your bra with rolled up pairs of socks, laughing at how my boobs alone don't touch any part of the cups. I know he cums, not with me though, knowing you are cumming because of this sucks, I'll never cum with you.. She: u sure about thisme: we are in a different country it’s our lives our wish and even our parents don’t have any problem in we being together.she: i know butme: but whatshe: i took this further studies so that i could be with u for few more years i don’t wanna loose u.me: we will talk to our parents about thisshe: don’t leave meme: I wont and she kissed me on my forehead and again kept her head on my chest, i moved my hand over her back and stopped with my hand over her bra strap from over. “I’d rather that then someone starts finding bodies.”“Amen,” Carol said. “We’ll do what we can.”Harry was happy to hear his wife give that assurance without consulting anyone else. She trusted her spouses, and knew they’d want to help.MargoThe ride back home was quiet, until Harry asked, “You okay?”“No. No I’m not.”Margo’s hand gripped his so tightly he winced, but he didn’t say anything.“Children disappearing, Harry. It’s almost enough to make me believe in curses.”“What do you mean?”“San. Maybe we could do something, anything, to help.People, once inside, began calming down. They believed, or sensed, they were out of the line of fire. No one was joking though. it was a serious, thoughtful crowd still buzzing about the assassination. Seen live. Or magnified on that jumbo screen.Gene Austin opened the lobby bar, drinks were free that night. Vanessa and I helped serve wine, beer, and more substantial stuff. Coffee too. Soft drinks for the few kids in attendance.Hobo though, was.