”“The warrior woman. I like the sound of that,” Georgia said with a wink at Oscar. He made a little gesture as though he were firing a three inc... long bow.Debbie laughed and said, “Warrior woman rides a broken horse; it kind of sounds like the title of a song.”Georgia sang, “I’m a Warrior, on a broken horse I ride. I’m ready nude and spread wide. Ready nude and spread wide.”“That was awful,” Oscar said with a groan despite the fact that having her ready, nude, and spread wide sounded very. “Your son and I made the company some money today, Joy Armstrong,” Dad said in return. I saw them smile at one another.“Dad, Nancy Evans mentioned that she had a boyfriend many years back named Vic Armstrong – any relation to us?” I asked.“Well, my Dad was one of three brothers; one of them was named Victor. If he had a son named Victor – that could be who she was talking about?” Dad said casually.“Maybe sometime in the future, I could check that out. Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve – anything special. He pulled into his driveway, and parked his car. Grabbing his briefcase, he hurriedly hobbled his way to his front door. The sweat was really pouring from him as he fumbled with his keys in his pudgy hands, and unlocked the front door. As soon as he entered his house, slamming the door shut behind himself, he practically just dropped the briefcase just inside the door, and ran, which was more like a waddle, towards his refrigerator. His belly bounced up and down with every step, and his. When he was finished, I opened my mouth widely andused my hand to shake the last bits of pee between my lips."You must like coffee just as much as I do," I said, noting the strongflavour of his piss. "That was my first cup of recycled coffee for theday." You'll be having that regularly from now on," he said with a derisivelaugh. "I have never had a bitch as dirty as you before. That isn't goingto be the last time I empty my bladder into your mouth."It's funny how words can affect me now, and.