‘What happened?’ She asked sitting down on the bed beside me. All at once it all came out, the fight, Robert crying, mom’s words. Everything jus... came out in a jumble. I wasn’t sure if she actually understood a word I said. Reaching over she put her hand on my shoulder. ‘Its okay girl, I’m here. I’ve got something that will help.’ Reaching into her nightstand drawer she pulled out two things, a bottle of Jack Daniels and a small box. She handed the bottle to me. I pulled it open and took a long. Rodney Alvaro, his arm encircling the shoulders of his smiling, dark- haired wife, joined them. "How about a drink, Mark? I'm bloody bushed, driving all that way from London. Hired car was acting up, too. We should have taken yours, Neal, as you suggested."Marlowe said, "Come along to the bar. I'll do the honors, tonight. Wafto's preparing dinner, and I dasn't disturb him while he's creating one of his special feasts."As they all walked to the bar, Neal whispered to Sharon, "Is Wafto that poor. ..' I protested with my panting voice.'Shut up. I wanted to fuck your cunt since the day I know you. Now push your fucking ass higher!' His commanded in his panting voice.Instantly his fat hard on shoved deep into my wet hole in one sleek push.'Ahhhhhhhh...' I moaned with mix of joy and pain.He kept pumping my holes forcefully, sending me to heaven.Tim did not wait there doing nothing either. Very soon, I found his rod in front of my face and I quickly know what to do.I opened my mouth and he. He seems a little stiff necked most of the time, but he’s just trying to live down his blood, ya know.”“Hadn’t heard.”“You know that song ‘Long Line of Losers?’ That’s his family. Drunks, losers, not even very smart ones. His older brother’s in the state penitentiary, armed robbery of a gas station. Didn’t even get any damn money. His grandfather died in prison. His Dad drunk himself to death, ‘bout 45 years old. His mom ran off with a trucker when Harlan was fifteen. Boy thought he was cursed..