I switched hands on his throat. I wanted my right hand free to punch him.One!Two!Three!Daddy Horse lay unconscious on the ground."Owww! Motherfucker!"...I shook my right hand. "Jesus, that fucking hurts!"The girls watched me dance around the alley. I put the filter in full-silence mode--I didn't want to know what they thought of me as they heard me whine about my aching hand. Aching hands! Punching Daddy Horse in the stomach with the gun in my left hand hurt that hand too.The problem with being. "Impatient, hmm? I was just sorting something out with my teacher, nothing to be worried about." Carson felt another pang of annoyance flutter through him. "Are you going to tell me what you want, or no? I don't have all day." "Oh, but I will. No need to worry." Cody was slowly backing Carson up to the wall as he was talking, and at this, he put his hands on Carson's shoulders and forced him into a kneeling position. "Hey, what the... The hell do you think you're doing?" "Come on, I won the. “It’s not my fault, okay?” the witch pleads. “Anyway, why didn’t you do that before?”I wanted to, but that damn toy you always use scares the shit out of me.“Really?” the girl asks. “The Rampant One scares you? Is it the size?”Size? Really? You really don’t know anything about cats do you?“Sure I do,” the girl argues. “You’re lazy. You eat a lot. You only want attention when you want it.”Hey, I cannot help that is how nature made us.“Yeah, I guess I can’t blame you there,” she says with a shrug. I cried as I gathered up my nightgown and robe and went to bed on the couch.In the morning, I was up long before the k**s, and had breakfast on when Joe came down. He asked me why I didn't come home Sunday morning like I said I would?I looked at him and just told him flatly, "I wanted to Fuck some more."He stared at me for a minute, me not knowing what was running through his mind behind those tortured eyes. Then he simply nodded and left for work. As he left I asked him what he told the.