When there were people around, she pretended to be nice. She would buy me things after her fits of rage. I could care less about the fancy stylish cra... she used to buy me. I still hate her. I hate them both. I can’t think of a more lousy pair of human beings, except maybe my sister. My sister is a real piece of work. A sociopath who hates men and uses people like pieces on a chess board. She’s got no conscience whatsoever but she’s good at hiding that from people. She can’t hide it from me. She. Now, I'm not one to run around after women nowadays however much I desire them; I'm more of a voyeur if I'm honest but something about her intrigued me. As we were now facing each other and only feet apart I felt I should initiate a conversation. We chit-chatted about the weather and I then told her the reason for my overnight stay. I told her that my late departed friend who had never married had wasted his life in front of the TV and had missed opportunities to live a fuller life and that it. He wasn’t sure who she was looking at.Tom thought about it but decided that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him dating Diane and Rachel needed to get over it.Things just went from bad to worse when he started talking to Diane after they had ordered drinks. To say that Diane leaned left in her thinking would not be correct. She just didn’t lean left, she leaned far far left and with Tom leaning right that would cause a major conflict in any relationship. He thought that the saying of. The old bastard... the way he'd ridden him ever since he'd gotten busted for having a couple of joints on him. You'd think the old fart was some sort of model to pattern one's self after! Hell, he hadn't been worth a goddamn since his mom died... and those frigging witches he picked up to bring home in the wee hours of the morning... Kye probably went to the park, Olaf thought, stretching out his long, powerful legs in a quickened gait. Maybe he was screwy, but he really believed the little.