The fucking bitch, look at her sitting there like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. She put down her cup of tea and started to turn the page of the...magazine she had been gazing at with such intent. I grabbed her by the arm just under her shoulder and dragged her to her feet so that she faced me. Still her eyes wouldn’t meet mine so I took my other hand and slapped her across the cheek before holding her face tightly and kissing her and pushing my tongue past her unresponsive lips. What the. She looks juicier and yummier than one of these fine breakfasts and that takes some doing. I also love watching Miles here get hoist from his own petard. The man’s a whiny, preachy bullshit artist who won’t drink coffee or beer and keeps talking about the need to trust our ‘Heavenly Father’ and shit like that! He’s such a fucking prude and he wants me to join his church after talking down to me for being a queer woman and a Catholic! Fucking Mormons!” Edda spoke up, her pretty neck tattoo. I do not wish to perform another."With that, he turned on his heel and marched from the room.Sandeep, Vaishnavi and Sangeeta were deep in solemn discussion about the proceedings as they headed across the parking field to their sedan. Suddenly, a figure materialized next to them in full armor."Mrs. Olsen," Colin said as his faceplate cleared. "Please allow me to extend my belated condolences on the loss of your husband. I wanted to attend the memorial, but my duties kept me away." Commodore!". He’d been placed in several foster homes, until he was finally detained at WCDC. At his last foster home, Kevin worked at a local store. The owner accused him of stealing and Kevin adamantly denied the accusations. The owner slapped him and threatened him. His verbal abuse triggered Kevin’s anger and he attack the man that he worked for, beating him unconscious. After regaining consciousness, the store owner pressed charges, but later after realizing a customer was the one that actually.