I didn't want to talk. I liked hearing him. His voice alone did it for me. He moved to the next foot and I melted. Amazing. I thought this was going t... be reckless and hard and mind blowing and leave me wanting more. But THIS, this was what i needed."You won't be able to help yourself. You will tell your friends all about this tomorrow. You will have to rub yourself over the edge for a long time thinking about what goes on here. You won't want to be anything less than my good girl again." I. My mom stated her demands; she said she was going to keep fucking you. My dad loves her, but he's no pussy. I hope he made it clear what will happen to you if you do her on one of the cars again?"What was clear to me was that Mr. Bristow was using his daughter as his messenger. "He wasn't specific." We're friends, Mickey. I wouldn't want to visit you in the hospital. Believe me, my dad's easy going up to a point, but he would become violent if he thinks my mom's reputation is in danger of being. Maybe I would send her a postcard from my wedding to Jamie. That sounded like a plan to me. That it was to be a double wedding where Michelle married Carly just made it so much better. I also wanted to make that cunt of a mother that she had, Betsy, have to sit across from her own daughter through plate glass and see her in shackles in an orange jumpsuit. I wanted her to feel the pain, embarrassment, and public humiliation of having a daughter in the slammer.The only person that I felt sorry. Somewhere in there, I decided to retire. That lasted about two weeks, my company had needs for someone on the road, and I could use the money, so back at it on a supposedly part-time basis.By the end of the year, I was paying my social security out in taxes. Silly me.So I retired again, for real this time, I thought.Then I had a late-night snack of sauerkraut on chocolate ice cream. Not really but I have to blame this on something. There is no way I’m going to take personal responsibility for.