Have them done, when I get back.’ He demanded and left. Petra spent the rest of her lunch hour printing out the reports. Her coworkers were tickled ...ink at the expression on her face when she realized her salad was not eatable. Tomorrow, if she brought her lunch, they were pouring hot sauce. She really didn’t mind they surmised. After all, it was just fun, right. You see the one’s giving Petra such a hard time, didn’t realize how much they hurt her. They teased her all in good fun. She cried. Ich bin neunundvierzig, mindestens zwanzig Jahre älter als alle anderen, aber es schien, als wollten sie einige Dinge aus meiner College-Zeit hören. Ich schätze, es hat sich einiges über mich und meine wilde vergeudete Jugend herumgesprochen. Dinge zu tun, womit ich in den diesen Tagen wahrscheinlich auf den Arsch gefallen wäre. Und je mehr ich trank, desto großartiger wurden natürlich die Geschichten. Jetzt sehe ich ziemlich durchschnittlich aus. Haarausfall, ein bisschen Übergewicht, machen. "I felt a tear come to my eye, but managed to avoid it from falling. I certainly could empathize with him. "I know what you mean." Well, I've given up on monogamy. I've discovered that it just doesn't work." Really?" I asked."Yes. After my wife left me for that bastard, I took a little of the money I had left from our settlement to go to Tibet on a voyage of self-discovery." What did you learn?" A lot of things," he laughed. "One of the most important things I learned is that I cannot simply. With a hard voice he told me to go upstairs and sleep and that he would talk to me later. As I was walking upstairs I heard something slam on the table and I thought dad was hitting mom so I went to the kitchen and as I just turned the corner I was frozen in my tracks from what I saw. Dad had bent mom on the table and raised her dress to her waist pulling her panties to the floor and was ramming her pussy like there was not tomorrow. As he was doing this he was slapping her ass hard and saying.