Mom started the conversation:Mom – What was all that?Sister – The same as what you do with your son.Mom – I mean when it all started? And how?Da... – Relax babe. I will…Me – Hey dad. Don’t call her babe. She is my babe. And she (pointing to sister) is your babe.ad – Ok. But just be relax. I will tell you how and when it all started. And son your mom is my babe first and then yours.Mom – It’s ok, we will decide that later. But tell us your story now.Dad’s Narration:One day my friend came to me and. She pulled off her shoes and was unaware that Pierre was standing behind her watching her.Pierre wanted to reach out and run his hands through her hair and massage the tension from her shoulders and neck. When they first saw one another there had been an instant chemistry and there was an exchange of that look that he knew all to well.Yasmin felt his gaze and turned to meet his gorgeous blue eyes. Her pulse quickened and she felt her cheeks flush. There was an awkward moment followed by. Yes, Rebecca, that Ed Gregory, your next door neighbor from Tampa, Florida. Isn't it a small world! Also, as a bit of friendly advice to an old, old friend, memos for script changes are much more legible if they're not written upon soiled cocktail napkins written in the early hours of the morning, and under uncertain sobriety. Just a suggestion."Becky opened and shut her mouth a few times in complete shock but otherwise remained silent. Sandra sitting in a chair up against the wall behind her. I charged by her putting a second bullet in her. That shot went into her head. I was looking for Tony. Tony was close to the door with a wagon and was just going for his rifle. I shot him twice with the second shot going in an ear and ruining the back of his head. He fell limply.The woman was looking in shock. She screamed. I reached over and slapped her hard. She fell and stopped screaming. I looked at her face and realized she was in her early to middle thirties probably. She was dirty and.