Tailor ignored it. Thinking her mother was laid. After school Tailor came home, layed on her bed and decided to start a diary.________________________...______________________________________________________ April 6th, 2005 1st Entry Tailor Last night, I had this really weird dream. I usualy do have nightmares, but this one... I could feel, it was so romantic. It was around the same. Like maybe she is a junkie, ' He said. "The guy looks clean but he isn't oriental, so I don't know."I picked up my phone and dialed Lucas's cell phone. When he picked up I said, "You need to get back here, it's time to do some fact checks in a hurry. Stop by the office on the way to see how the preacher's crew is getting on." Tell me about the bomb," I demanded.'It is s diesel fuel and fertilizer bomb, but a small one. I don't think it was very well thought out. It is too small to much damage. It is Chloe. You wrap your arms around her and draw her close as she approaches you. You kiss her deeply, your tongue pressing into her open mouth, exploring her. I groan with jealousy and desire. “To bed darling,” you smile, pulling the blonde by her hand and I see the tangle of thighs, calves, feet and toes as you fall into the bed, one beside another. And now I must endure the sweet pain of listening to you giggling and teasing one another, the sound of soft wet kisses, and the sound of. ” “I’m not sure I want to give it up that easily,” he said playfully. “What’s it worth to you sweetheart?” “Don’t play games. Just give me my ring,” Melissa bluffed. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be giving orders sweetheart,” Dave said. He looked her up and down relishing the memories of having her body hours before. Melissa remained silent. “So, what’s it worth to you?” he asked again. “What do you want?” she replied in a stern tone. Dave snapped back, “Right. Fuck off then! If.