.he looked a little sad,I almost felt sorry for him here was a guy fucking loaded,gorgeous wife,huge house....cars etc....he looked miserable.."you kn...w what" he said,"women really aren't that great sometimes" bullshit" i replied"i couldn't even imagine how good it would be to bang helen,she is fucking gorgeous" yeah i suppose"he replied....."do you need a ride home?"simon asked"yeah its getting late" ok drink up,Well lock up and call it a night" listen i didnt mean to offend you earlier,you. At least the ad didn't lie about that, unlike most of the other apartments and houses you looked at during your search for a new home. "Right," you mumble. "322 Pickerton Ave. This is it."Hesitating for just a moment, you steel yourself and knock on the double-story house's front door. "I'll get it," you hear a girl's voice sound from inside.The door opens and a petite girl with light brown skin, with matching brown hair and eyes, smiles at you, "Hi! You must be James. Come on in, take a look. After tucking the photos back into your pockets and leaving the building, you began the half-hour walk to get back to your house. After which, you slipped your shoes off by the doorway, made a sandwich which you finished off pretty quickly, then prepared to (as per standard grounding protocol) wait inside your room with no computer/TV privileges until the family returned. Before heading to your room, you quickly slipped out of your dirtied clothes and put them in the laundry chute, before. ”“Rich rectum in a fast sports car lost it and hit our van head on. I was asleep and slumped down in the seat so I managed to live through it. But it woke me and I could see my parents, my baby sister, my aunt, my uncle, and my cousin were all dead. None of them looked pretty. I had a broken arm and a broken leg. Not a nice event.”“Damn! Well, you did good in taking them out the way you did. You also did good in hiding, because I never saw you. Neither did they as they had to walk by you to get.