As my brain reconnected with my mouth, and I realized that I could talk, words started coming out. “Hey, who the hell are you, and why are you here?...�� I snapped. “You are so sad,” she said, with the thickest accented English, I’d ever heard. “This is my house,” she said. “You make my, how you say, picture stands. Only I think you do better job, with these, what you call them?” I was speechless, and words simply would not come out. “I was on the 2nd floor hiding and I smelled the food. .. now will you let me up?" he asked. "I'll tell you what," I said as I started pulling his chair back into the upright position. "I'll even untie you if you let me fuck you in your ass again." "Goddammit Alice!" Joe shouted as his eyes nervously darted toward Colette. Ooooh was he ever pissed! I figured he would be. I told Colette to expect it. "Don't worry Joe, she didn't just 'tell me' like that." Colette said as she sat up on the bed. She grabbed his chin in. He made a few strokes, which playfully made the hanging sack bounce in Rocco’s mouth, and Rocco laughed and attempted to say “Oh yes, you sexy slut”. The words came out too muffled, however, since a large portion of the Italian’s mouth was occupied. Liam replied in an almost authoritative tone: “Huh, didn’t your mother tell you it’s rude to speak with your mouth full?”The tables seemed to be turning, and the question of who was in control was becoming more and more ambiguous. Rocco liked it, he. Mr. L kept some expensive things in his garage. I saw his new basketball and I knew I wanted it. So one day when I had a garage drop off delivery, I succumbed to temptation and decided to steal it. He never was home when I delivered to his garage but on the one day I decided to steal from him, he was home. He called my name as I was walking back to my car and he saw his new basketball in my hands. He knew I had stolen it and he was very angry at me. First he said he would call my boss and also.