On the way home, Joe pulled over and he told me he was sorry. He did not mean anything he had said to me. He told me that weed had made him crazy.Like...a fool, I believed him. That was only the beginning of his abuse to me. I was planning on leaving him when things had not improved. However Joe stopped me with his threat that came a week or two later when he came home and found me packing my bags. Sherri was at my mom's and I was packing our bags and going to join her there. Joe came into the. It was a really nice cum too.I called Jennie the next day but she was still cool to me on the phone. Eventually, fed up with her shit, I just said "Jen, I didn't bring her over. That wasn't my idea. Should I just let her get sunburned with her pale skin? Would everyone be happy about that? I was trying to help out for god's sake."She didn't like it but she also had to accept it. It was over a week later that my mom and dad told us they were going to Reno with the Robert's and Jennie and Mary. ”No kidding. Hustle the girls into the station. There’s a hotel entrance from inside.“Where is your husband then, girl?” the short man pressed on.Knife? Gun?“Boot and bag. You drive.” I took control of Miranda’s body and stepped between shorty and Theresa. My hand slipped into the bag and found the comforting grip of the Colt.“If you wish to earn a nickel, I will pay you to carry our baggage into the station,” I said in a growl. Miranda is a lot shorter than me, but she was still tall enough to. ”“As of today, I’ve added another. You have to communicate effectively and efficiently in both directions – receiving and emitting. To do that, we need to learn to hear or read between the lines about what motivates others, and what makes them happy.”Zoey smiled, “You made me very happy today. How’d you know I’d like antiquing?”Bob smiled, “I looked at the backgrounds in many of your online photos.”Zoey said surprised, “You studied me?”“Intensely. I want to know everything there is to know.