His kids didn’t want anything to do with him.Tim had been held back in life trying to get Joyce cured of her self-destructive behavior. It was a hop...less cause. As far as he could tell, she reveled in her decadency. His desire to have a family was tainted by having a daughter who came to be as decadent as her mother. It wasn’t until he had reached his forties that he had dumped her. He felt sad that Joyce had overdosed and died early in this timeline, and that his daughter had never been born.. This being the last to know has got to stop.”“We’re never the last to know,” Axel responded. “The people are the last to know because some punk asshole charges in and disrupts us getting the news out.”“Watch yourself, Axel. This punk asshole can throw your ass out of here.”“Go ahead. What will you accomplish? Are you going to sit behind this desk and edit every story, lay out the paper, and get on the press by ten? Maybe you should fire everyone and write all the stories, too. That should do a. Wendy lay back on the bed, slowly slipping each foot into their fresh new shoe. As Wendy rose to her feet she was slightly unsteady. Taking her time she took a few steps across the room turning and making her way back towards the bed. Again Wendy caught a lingering look at herself in the mirror. Damn, she looked like she needed a good hard fucking. The heels made Wendy's ass and tits more pronounced. The curving waistband on the knickers gripped at her buttocks, with her legs slightly spread. As such it was often difficult to get time on his own, but hehad often raided her wardrobe. They were of a similar size and she had amuch more interesting range of clothes. His mum's wardrobe seemed to bestuck in the 1990s.Tessa had eventually picked up that somebody had been in her wardrobe,and under her interrogation he'd wilted and admitted his liking forgirls' clothes. She had been mad at first, but after she had calmed down,she decided to take him under her wing and teach him how to look.