. whenever one of our families had been invited for dinner, it was assumed a bottle of wine would be brought over for the meal.Larry and I followed su...t, but with non-alcoholic beverages, including his little sister.Walking into the kitchen, Larry started to laugh seeing the Root Beer, “How long have we been doing that?” he asked.“Since we were in elementary school together, ten years maybe?” I answered.This time was different. Dianne was sitting and cuddling with me.“I’m trying to understand. " Andres Mesa, Army." How'd you end up on the drug beat?" My family's from Medellin, so they figured I'd make a good infiltrator. I speak Spanish with the right accent and everything." Right." Anyway, the cartel had a mole in the DEA, which ended the infiltration pretty quick, but I got the location of their main coke factory. We raided it, and found out they were routing shit through this Apertus place, we just don't know where or what they look like. What about you?" I already live here, so. “That’s a good idea. I think you have a bit of the journalist in you. How about this: We’ll take one really good posed shot, then post three or four candid shots under it, alongside the text. Then, each time they write something new, we can reuse the facial shot and add some additional activity shots. From time to time, we can toss in some group shots to give the reader a sense of our clan life. What do you think?”“I think you’re a bit of a journalist, yourself. Let’s go!”The week of the first. Never before I’ve seen that many beautiful girls. One girl in particular keeps catching my attention: Lily. She has beautiful blonde hair with gorgeous green eyes. She always wears a skirt which is way too small for her big ass, and a very small shirt which shows almost half of her boobs. I didn't dare to look to her until a few weeks after she arrived when she became my partner for a report. When we were working we didn’t talk at all and I thought she was very shy but that was in contrast with.