And the way you wiggle your ass... What a tart you are... I think it's time for the tawse on your buttocksIf you are ever disrespectful again (Sir wit... a capital, not sir) I shall do more than simply tawse you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!I am surprised ANY woman would consider letting you near her! And you will refer to any woman with reverence in future, slut!I will not tolerate bratting and insubordination. You will be in your panties and boots before me as I look at you in disgust. You will then go. Becky suggested that they team up to handle the men. "Sure, you'll be seeing them more often, since they'll be using you and me if your husband or mine loses their little game," Becky said. "But they'll be fucking both of us, and it should be a lot less tiring!"Anna agreed, and they exchanged addresses and phone numbers. Becky's husband was the first to lose the game several weeks later, Allan called Anna to warn her that she'd be needed at Becky's house, then dropped by his house to pick up. .. what time is it?" Seven thirty ... why?" Aw ... Kripes, Man ... Have some respect for the dying ... Call me back when it's daytime, will ya?"I dropped the phone on the floor and stuffed my head under the pillow. A minute later, this god-awful wailing sound started drilling holes in my brain ... Oh! BLAST! The phone's off the hook ... I'll never get back to sleep now.Expressing my feelings with the most colorful language I knew from my cod fishing days off the Grand Banks, I crawled out of. It looked like a ghost town. The only businesses that remained were two bars, a check cashing place, and a pawn shop. Even the second hand store had closed down.“I don’t know,” Jack answered. He glanced over at the pawn shop thinking that he still had stuff sitting on the shelves there. Of all of his electronics, the only thing that was worth getting back was his stereo.“What did she say when she called?” Melissa asked.“She just told me to bring you by this bar on the way home from work,” Jack.