I said no way, from the first time I saw you I wanted to fuck you, she said no and said your thing it very huge and I can never take it please and I a...ked how long is your husbands and she said not ever half of yours, please now leave me.I said shut up and any way I’m going to fuck you so better to co operate and enjoy rather than putting up a fight, I could see tears in her eyes and she said please. I just started kissing her madly and she started saying please I’m married. I would not listen. ”“What are you talking about Lilka? We are the adults and he’ll do what we tell him to do.”“Randy, just calm down.”Randy got a bit louder. Guess he didn’t like the idea of having to ask me to borrow the money. Looks like we were going to have that “Come to Jesus” moment a lot sooner than I had planned; though it probably wouldn’t be the only one.I causally walked into the kitchen. Randy had seen me, but mom hadn’t. Randy had a shit eating grin on his face that I was going to enjoy wiping off. " Thank you for your concern, Missus Sorensen. Did Terri tell you about her step-mom?" Noooo, I don't think she mentioned her." Her stepmom is almost eighteen. Going to college next year. She, uh, my wife, is brilliant in the tightest definition of the word. She has three friends, one, maybe two, of whom are certified geniuses, and we, me, Terri and my wife Tina, and those girls and their husbands, are starting a new business in Auburn, Alabama this summer. I don't think we'll have a problem. Maybe it’s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their.