Even women's rights groups hate us. We're very familiar with living with disdain and disparagement because of our life style. We've been subjected to ...t for years." "I'm sorry, I.." Amy placed her hand on top of mine. "Baby it's okay. Mel's not mad at you, neither am I. We just want you to understand that we do understand." "How do you live with it?" Mel leaned over and whispered into my ear. "We have each other. We believe in each other. Regardless of what other people might say about us, we. I stood there wondering what to do when i realized i was staring at the bulge under his underwear.i hurry outWhats wrong with you i say to myself that your brother.I look back in and think ok i need to get him back to the sofa atleast so i try to wake him.I reach down and shake him trying to wake hime but no luck as i was pulling his arm he opened his eyes a little .Doug you need to get off the floor he looked around and set up leaning agaist the tub and passed back outI stare at himHis belly. The Sheriff down there knew the connection between Samar and Julie, and had made some noise about it. Taylor would be shocked if the farmhouse shootout didn’t make the news as far as Dallas and Houston. A radical militia, a gun battle and a dead hero, in the form of Wade, was going to be too good for news stations not to pick up. And once they started looking they’d make the connection with Samar and the armory. Dorset’s case against him would fall to pieces in days, Taylor was pretty sure.But. So here I was, on a cold November night, sitting at my same chair at the bar, drinking my Guinness and watching the regulars find some girls to take home, screw and forget about the next day. Shaking my head I was seriously thinking of going home early, and then in walked the most gorgeous redhead I had ever laid eyes on. Standing at about 5’4 on heels, she was short to say the least. This fiery vixen walked in wearing a pair of black jeans, a small black jacket and green halter top that showed.