'Hi son!' Dad said walking in the room and was a little shocked at the way Jack and Candie were hugging, but he also knew just how close the were. 'Ho... was the drive down?' he asked reaching his hand out to Jack, watching him stand Candie on the floor.Jack skipped shaking hands and hugged his Dad tight. 'It was good. Not any traffic at all, ' he said, giving Candie a little smile, wishing they could have hugged a little more, but he could wait until later.'There's my boy!' Mom said walking from. He made me feel wanted and loved.Here's another hint to the guys: Don't call your woman your whore, slut, bitch or hooker unless she tells you it's okay. Most women like to be called endearing terms. You want her hot, not turned off. While I'm giving advice, think twice before jamming your tongue down her throat. The best advice is always ask her first. Frenching is alright if both sides want it. For me, I don't want somebody trying to jam their fat nasty smoker's tongue down my throat. Again,. Men and women who wore black business suits which could cost me a month’s salary. I wasn’t impressed or intimidated. Wearing black doesn’t intimidate one with a heart of darkness. The case wasn’t going well. The judge seemed determined to bend over backwards to please the defense attorneys and I could tell the jury had sympathy for Andrea Yvan. She played the part of the victim all too well. A she-wolf in sheep’s clothing. Only I saw her for what she was because I am a monster too. I followed. Bright white light seemed to flow through them with slow, deliberate pulses. A marvel of technology, certainly a feat of engineering only a civilization hundreds of thousands of years old could hope to achieve.They had passed through various corridors along the way, not all of them uniform in appearance and size. Some were brightly lit, sporting white paneled walls of porcelain-like material; others were much more dimly lit, in the fashion of the room they had woken up in. Some were pitch.