Matheson, you can’t abuse and mistreat public officials. It’s against the law. They have protection against people like you.’ He was still maint...ining his cool. I gave him a couple of more ticks in the ‘under control’ column. ‘Look, officer, she’s nothing but a fat bureaucrat hired because her old man is on the fuckin’ town council. She couldn’t fuckin’ rake leaves for a living if it wasn’t for that.’ I wasn’t giving any quarter at this point. ‘Mr. Matheson, is it your mission in life to piss. " "Whatever," he shouted back. I took a long draft of my beer, dropped down in front of the VID and lost myself in the game for a bit. It felt good to get back to something I was familiar with. I felt a bit more like my old self. I drained my beer and like magic Gary was there with yet another and different beer. This one was from Germany. It was almost sweet. It was thick and opaque. The name was Hacker-Pschorr. Atlanta was driving the ball well, and shooting outside VERY well. But they. Barbara liked the idea and weaccepted the offer.With help from the theatrical group, we found something similar to aboarding house where we could book a room on a weekly basis. A spinstergreat aunt of mine, who lived in a community that was on the way to theairport, enthusiastically volunteered to fly back to the farm with the"little dears" as she put it. With all arrangements made, we set forthon what would become yet another unusual summer adventure.We saw my aunt and the kids off at the. I mean really raw wild sex, I could feel you stiffen up, shut down, like you didn’t want me see you. Feel you. Like you couldn't or wouldn't share yourself with me.” Bree’s eyes widened in panicked realization. That was all true. Bree felt her jaws tighten and her tears well in her eyes. Desia sat quietly as her friend struggled with herself. Bree's head held low; tears streaming down her face. “I'm sorry.” Bree said quietly. “What?” “I'm sorry.” Her throat was tight as she sobbed and.