"You son-of-a-bitch," Frank said as the door opened. He stormed inside Jordan's house, "Where's my sister?"Jordan was stunned, "What?" My sister, Ange...," Frank said in an angry voice, "Where is she?"Jordan couldn't believe Angel was Frank Pirelli's sister. He thought he knew all of Frank's sisters, and the woman in his bathroom wasn't one of them.Angel was so weak and sick she had difficulty standing, but somehow she managed to get to her feet and stumble out to the living room. Jordan's house. We have no need for strong spirits here."Margaret stepped over to the table with the antsy Sailors. They eagerly waited for her to give them 'the word'. 'The word' was not good. "Alright lads, let's bear away to the ship. This here port is as dry as a bleached bone, unless of course you'd like some warm milk directly from the source." The biggest, toughest Sailor shuddered and led the way back to 'The Lady Fair'.Author's Note: We now leave the unhappy Sailors, rest assured that Margaret will. He gasped and came about five times. He kept asking me to do it again, so I did. In the morning, he acted like it never happened, and we never did it again. I moved out of the house shortly after that.”Wow! This lady was so hot, even her own brother-in-law couldn’t resist her! No wonder I’d fallen for her so hard!“I told you a deep, dark secret, now you tell me one,” Amber said. “Now you tell me one.”“Well, I only have one,” I said. I wasn’t sure what she’d think of me if I told her. Hell!. When is the next SLAG meeting?" I asked."It's here, today around five p.m. Don't late, Ricky," Brandi said."How could I be late? The meeting is right here in the mansion!" I said."Okay. If you say so. Also, you should wearing something skimpy and slutty. I'll gladly let you wear some of my skimpy and slutty clothes," Brandi said."Would you mind if we went upstairs and looked at your skimpy and sexy clothes now?" I asked."Sure! Let's go upstairs to my bedroom," Brandi said.Brandi and I walked.