Gaston saw his chance to strike with a broken tree branch butthen thought better of it. This creature had saved his life even afterhe had tried to ki...l it. Even with the tree branch, he would stillprobably lose and the Beast would surely kill him this time. To hissurprise, the Beast collapsed in the snow.Gaston smiled at his good fortune. He took the broken tree branch toslam it on the Beast's head. After he had killed the Beast, Belle wouldbe his. Still, Gaston's sense of honor was. Disappointed again for the way things turned out, I did my work and headed home after closing hours. On my way home I stopped at a local bar to get myself a drink. I ordered a glass of wine and then took a seat and sat down. “Dave?” I had just sat down when someone called out my name. I looked up and saw my friend, Eric. “Eric, what brings you here?” I asked as I welcomed him to sit with me. “I’m on my way home, but wanted to grab a drink first.” “Well, I guess you’re not alone.” “How’s that,. " Mrs. Dixon that will be fine. We will be home this evening, please givehim the information, and have him call me to confirm the time." Thank you Mrs. Anderson. I will. Please let me know if there are anyfurther issues." Thank you Mrs. Dixon, I will."That night, right at seven o'clock, the front doorbell rang. Mrs.Anderson opened the door, and a middle aged, dark haired man, wearing ameticulous suit, was waiting on the stoop."Mrs. Anderson? I am Stanley Winthrop; we spoke on the phone. ”“Sure did,” the mostly straight man went on. “Well one Saturday night, my ex planned a date. She got that punk to babysit the k**s. She got smashed while we were out. She was sucking my dick on the drive home. By the time we got to the house, she was passed out. He saw me carrying her upstairs to bed. Checked on my k**s who were asleep. I went downstairs cause I was gonna have to drive him home cause he didn’t have a car. He came around the corner wearing nothing but a pink G-string. And he.