His tendrils squeezed her thighs hard and shoved them high towards her chest until her knees were touching her shoulders. The heels of her bent legs t...pped against the cheeks of the thick halves or her rump. When he folded her in such a way her hips angled higher and presented both her holes for him to conquer. When he violently stuffed another hard member up her messy sex, there was a faint whimper from over the edge of the slab. He pumped into her more aggressively, splitting her squishy. " You mean, faux amis?" queried Tanneka."I'm sure you're right," said Erika, opening her German dictionary with a puzzled expression. "I've not heard that word before. How do you spell that?" It's French." Oh! Well, I can't be bothered with French words. The French can't even fight a good war. Why should I be bothered with their stupid language? They're just a bunch of stupid, garlic-eating, fat asses! And they smell, too!"Tanneka didn't dare ask on what concrete evidence Erika based her. Phil was the first to recognize that something was wrong. Of course he was the one who tended to look most closely at Hailey every time she was near.“What’s wrong?” he asked urgently. That caused everyone in the room to stop what they were doing and turn to her.She gave them a rundown of the conversation with her mother as they listened attentively.“I’m sorry,” Katelyn said, handing over a napkin so Hailey could dry her eyes. “I can’t imagine having a fight with my Mom like that one.”“It wasn’t. .NONE of that for a month! He stole some of her things out of spite, smashed some on the ground then buried them underneath piles of trash, called her many, many obscene names when he was absolutely sure no one was watching. Within the first week he was going mad, a dog without a purpose, so to speak. He contemplated if life was even worth living without Danielle anymore, and considered locking himself in her garage with a pretty suicide note, turning on the engine and letting death release him.