My love and reason for living is just too short and we struggle to maintain a good rhythm. Willow and I have won a couple of races though.I noticed yo... writing about how you can recognize Veronica's cries. I know how that works, although I can usually tell the difference between Sage and Cee as well as just pick out Cee. From all the babies out there. A huge part of that is the time I spend with Violet. We seem to eat and drink at the same time. We feed our babies at the same time, and we. And then just as quickly she hopped up, giggling, and ran back to her room."Holy shit!" was all I could say. Chelsea looked down and saw a wet spot in the front of my jeans from the pre-cum oozing from my hard cock. Ronnie came out again, but this time in a sheer black teddy, fishnet thigh highs and high heels. Her lips were a dark red and her hair up in ponytails. I thought I was going to have a stroke. She turned and smacked her ass, leaving a nice red hand print on her lily white ass.. And when I think you've eaten enough," continued Stacey, "I will takeyou to see your sister." But ..." No buts, it's got to be butter," joked Stacey, taking the wind out of mysails. "Look, you need to be strong for your Dad. By the looks of things,he made a big personal sacrifice to please his wife during her death." What do you mean?" Never mind. Look, let's go and raid the canteen."The canteen wasn't far away and I was furnished with a chicken curry. Itwas rather bland, but Stacey said I. I wanted the right to protect and take life. Judges think they have that but they don’t. They have too many rules to follow. Their hands are tied for the most part. Cops have no such bindings. Must be why the police profession appeals to me so much. At my college campus, there were quite a few interesting people. I’ve always been an intellectual at heart. I read a lot. Books written by Stephen King, Anne Rice, Friedrich Nietzsche, and Eoin Colfer filled my dormitory. I also loved existential.