I got up and got to work. I always had some daily chores, but mom had quite the list today. I was pretty much doing a complete house cleaning, plus ya...d work. It actually took me over three hours to complete, but afterwards I showered and headed out for the day. Mom had a small list of errands to run, pick up a couple things at the store, go get dry cleaning, stuff like that. It didn’t take long, but did have me driving all over town. Naturally I made it a point to go over to Mariola’s.When I. He hopped out of his vehicle and grabbed the carrying case containing the pie. He knocked on the door and waited. He grew impatient as he was ready to go home and chill. He knocked again and decided to call the number on the ticket. “Hello,” a sweet voice answered.“Hey, I’m at your door with an order Luigi’s,” he said dryly.“Oh my bad! Gimme just a sec. I was just drying off,” she added.“No problem,” he smiled.The five-foot-eight-inch, one-hundred-seventy-pound young man hoped he would get a. As usual, she handwrote only two or three pages. I had grown to expect as much, especially in light of her workload. Her letter ended with, "P.S.: Ronnie sends her love. She wants you to come back. And Marilyn (remember Marilyn?) thought you were cute. And, honest, we all miss you. Especially Ronnie. Hon, did you make an impression on her! (wink). Miss your salads. Miss your coffee. Miss you."Her letters had never been markedly intimate. I suppose she thought (and I agreed) that my parents. And when I would hear how you fucked her, I knew it was a real feeling. So in a way, yes sir.”“Shit,” he salivated.“What,” she whined knowing full well what the look in his eyes meant.Joe lunged at Jessi like they were on opposing football teams. His arms locked around her waist as he knelt down to motorboat her boobs. He sucked on the right as he played with the left using his enormous hands. Then he rotated. This continued for the next five minutes. Jessi screamed nonstop. She uttered sounds.