“If we are married, you get what I already have, if we aren’t married, you get nothing.”“So, two of your uncles died of severe and sudden hear... attacks, and now you are thinking that you could die of the same thing? Have I got everything right?”“Uhhh ... hmm. Y-yeah, that sounds good.” I was barely able to participate much more in this conversation.“So, how old was Jacob?” she asked.“Uuuuhh... 68, I think”“And John, who just died?”“He was 61 ... and my dad is 40-something; I get it, you’re. I'm sitting on the couch when you open the door and laugh at how one hand is on the doorknob and the other one is unbuttoning your pants. i love it when you're ready to fuck when you come home. you lock the door, and tell me to stand up. i fucking love it when you get demanding during our foreplay. telling me to shut the fuck up when i start to choke on your dick. when you slap my ass during doggy and tell me that my moans and screams turn you on. mmmmmm mmm mmmm. i get up, slide my skato off. "Well, we are going to wing it then, I'll call Mr. Jackson to advise," I said and did just that.The eight of us walked to the security office. I separated our two fighters, one in each of the offices and left the four witnesses in the sitting area and instructed them not to discuss the fight. I gave them each a legal pad and told them write it down from the beginning. I walked to the computer and saved the video from the dorm where the fight had taken place.I went in, threw a folder on the. They deserve each other, bastards and bitches belong together.” She was looking at me with tear filled eyes. I felt sorry for Irene, she had been dating Justin for over two years, since they were seniors in high school. She was happy, in love, and delighted when he started in two of the same college classes with her; they could be together forever. Now she was getting drunk, mourning her dead relationship with him. I poured another shot for me and her, “I’m sorry Irene, you want me to body.