Strike that, it was huge. Worst of all, was her country bumpkin name. God, what was her parents thinking? Her name was Daisy May Ricks. She of course ...ent by Daisy May.At first, Sharon thought she could educate the girl on what regular people did - take her on as some sort of pet project. A My Fair Lady, only Daisy was sure as hell was no Audry Hepborn. Sharon couldn't even get the girl to speak proper English, much less learn the difference between her silverware. Sharon's lowered her. ”I followed her into a second and smaller den. She went to the TV and turned it on to some Christmas music for background. She pulled me to a couch and we sat together. “Randy, my parents are barely Christian. They never go to church though have never placed obstacles to me going. They are moral and have been good parents over the years. They were supportive when I divorced and then Matt died.” We will have lunch shortly or you can take me out. I know they were just planning sandwiches. I would. My principal told me to assure you that he would not fail, but it would take time. He also mentioned that supposedly several persons, including at least two experienced assault teams, have gone missing, presumably after botched raids directed at this Retreat.”“That may be, but a million dollars operating costs is still absurd, and you know it. Can’t you drop a few mortars on the building? That should off the bitch.”“And get the operator turned into paste before he could even launch the second. I am the Brown Jesus!”“I was born in July 1983 so you're six months older than me.”“Wow. You have really nice tits you know. How come they're not all saggy like my mum's tits?”“Maybe because I haven't had k**s yet?! Dickhead!”Initially he told me he was from Kabul but that turned out to be a joke. In reality he was born in Leicester making him twice as English as me.Two weeks later and he was staying at my flat, he was still with Scarlett (just about) and we hadn't fucked although we had kissed.