I cast my pole into the lubercating waters with my saliva tounge bait,and flung it high and deep and in seconds a powerful contracting PC bite.It turm...ils my line as it rumbles with my jaw muscles to keep it in tact but I can't and that's what I want the wildest top of the line Filets. With more man force I whip the line and suck and suck it onto my mouth canoe. With great victory I raise The Afrocuntis Filet.I will feast tonight.Heading back to her soft lands I rest myself,licking my lips at. Teresa showed him a picture of an afghan that her mother knitted forher but over the years was misplaced. She handed him a bag full of yarncolors matching the picture and a craft instruction book on how to makeafghan?s. He said that he needed his glasses and Teresa was happy to goretrieve his purse. He sat reading the book and looking at the picture.He went to bed after drinking only one glass of wine. This made Teresahappy and she poured the rest of the bottle down the kitchen sink so hewould. She had so much wanted to wear the solid black leotards every day to school because she knew the boys loved to watch the young cheeks of the dancing girls moving every which way but loose. She knew the temptingly curved beacons of magnetic desire would draw seed-laden pricks to the serious business of push and shove in the shadows of the weather-beaten old buildings unable to carry stories about their lack of ladylike behavior. It made her so frustrated to know those uptown girls were getting. I'm sure of it." He turned to the unhappy Steve whose home he'd just invaded, and disrupted. "And thank you for taking care of your Charlene. I can tell this is hard for you, and I appreciate it and regret the pain you're feeling."Steve smiled wanly, and said, "You're only stealing the only woman with a brain in my entire harem, that's all. But she was yours before she was mine, and she was never going to be mine until she got over the pain of losing you. Now that she hasn't lost you, I don't.