.and not the one from "Saved By the Bell."I would have enjoyed sending that so-called actor to a woeful demise. Purloined, my delightful ass! The beas... was asleep on the kitchen floor like me after a bender. Who allegedly purloined it anyway, Mr. Sandman?I grabbed Cynthia's hand and we fled the mournful scene, but not before changing the title card from "Purloined" to "Deceased Pussy." But I could tell something was bothering her so I led her into the empty pantry and as deftly as a magician, I. She couldn't have been in the house for more than a minute when Trip gave her a large plastic cup full of what she guessed was beer. Even though she was hesitant, Trip's smile once more disarmed her and she took her first sip of beer.Trip couldn't help but grin, knowing the large beer he just handed her was laced with a little mixture that he got from his uncle Tony. At first it would make her a bit more aloof and susceptible to suggestion, then after a while it would just make her sleep really. “If it’s private, that’s fine. But we are your family, Liz. Or ... I will be your family soon, I suppose. We care about you.”“I know you do,” Liz said, giving my mother the full-wattage smile. “I’m glad that you do. I care about you, too. It was ... my monthly times have been...”“Missing,” I supplied.The mothers exchanged knowing looks.“It’s not that,” Liz said. “I thought it might be but it wasn’t.”The looks on the faces changed to concern.“Then what is it?” Bev inquired.“A lot of things,” Liz. She was also in need of sex because my father stays in dubai. He us e to ram her everyday when we lived in dubai. But now she was hungry for sex.I use to slap her butts but she did not mind it. I use to kiss her with full feeling and she don’t mind when I kiss her.She use to say she loves me alot but I will not be successful then how will I live a comfortable life. One day I went outside and came back home I ring the bell but mom did not open the door.Later she opened.She was having bath and.