“Mandy Phillips is an idiot,” she said. “She doesn’t even like Peanut Butter, banana and Mayonnaise sandwiches.”Neither did anybody else who...was normal, which my sister obviously wasn’t, since that was her favorite ... food. Her head dipped toward my prick, which she was still holding like it was a stick shift and she was in a race for pink slips. She was stroking the gear shift and shifting from first to third and then back to first and then second, if you know what I mean.She was quiet for a. Sia was full of bright smiles and hugs and, amazing me, accepted her chores with only minimal complaints. Occasionally she’d stop by for a chaste kiss, her lips so soft and warm. I took those moments to inhale her scent deeply and hug her rather fiercely. Just wonderful.The afternoon was taken with a slog to the supermarket, battling though snowdrifts. Sia had bribed me to drop her off at the local mall to meet up with her friends, assuring me, “Don’t worry, Dad, I won’t buy anything and Lara’s. The mighty Royton River flowed out of the green blur to the north. The Ten-It Forest was only a blur on the horizon even to my keen vision as I soared over the land. I had preparations to make. As much as I wanted to babysit King Edward and ensure he hired no more dark warlords or other unsavory characters to interfere with Angela's quest, I had business here. He should trust the plan I gave him.I descended to the ground outside the city as night sank. I landed in a field and decided on my. After being welcomed home by three dogs, which had been great, things had gone a little south, and I’d successfully lost my own good mood, and had potentially offended Kara and Tara by cursing at the TV – something Max was kinda used to, but I hoped they weren’t.I’d made the dumb mistake of switching on the TV to catch the news, only to be forcefully reminded that goddam Hillary goddam Roddam goddam Clinton was still polling ten points ahead of Bernie Sanders to be the Democratic candidate for.