I found some jeans to slip on and we headed out to Orleans for some shrimp. That night I went to bed with no sex for the first time in a long time. Th... next day, Mom had to go to work. My best friends from high school came over and we spent the day getting caught up. We were talking about what we could do while we were home. The things they were suggesting were things that we had done in high school. They really did not sound like much fun any more. I suggested going to a bar to play pool and. ." he murmured to himself."Come here." He had me follow him to his dining room table. "Lay down" he motioned to the table indicating where he wanted me to lay. "I'm gonna do a line off you."I'd surely never done that before. I positioned myself with my back flat against the cold surface of the wood. He retrieved his baggy, and then proceeded to form two lines. One on my belly and the other on my chest right between my breasts. The credit card he was using tickled, but I remained still. Once. Just enough that I won’t need a job for a while. Well, a secular job, that is. I’ve had plenty of those. I want to focus on my ministry, full-time. Irony in taking those necessary funds from the Devil’s disciple, but so be it. It all belongs to God, anyhow, and I doubt that either of you have tithed to a real church.“By the way, how does it feel to be a sister-fucker, my former son? Proud of it? You’re no better than the worst white trash, fucking your own damn flesh and blood, just like your. My high school boyfriend, my first husband, and my current husband. Sex is okay with me but I have never understood what all the hubbub is all about. My husband and I bought a small 30 room motel in a small town in Colorado that we thought we would run when we retire. I lost my job and since the k**s are all out of the house I went to run the motel. Karen is the woman that has been running the motel and she and I got to be pretty good friends. Karen said that everything goes well but wait.