Me: Jesus Christ what the fuck is this? Are you so fucking happy to leave? Was it so bad here? Look at yourself, throwing a mini fucking brunch party ...or two?! Do you know how sad that makes me?Samer: what is wrong with you? Of course I‘m preparing something to treat ourselves. I went out after my morning prayer to buy some stuff that I know you like. We wanted this… You worked for this, if it wasn’t for you, who knows when and if my Syrian passport would ever get whitelisted. I thought you‘d. " But...." Whatever Luka had to say next was interrupted by a loud banging on herbedroom door. "Lukas, unlock this door now!"Over the yelling and banging, I heard someone calling my name. When Ilooked down, I saw my foster father staring up at me from my bedroomwindow, frowning with annoyance. "Maggie, what do you think you'redoing out here this time of night?"I ignored the question and turned back to Luka, reached through thewindow and grabbed her hand. "C'mon. We gotta leave now before your. "Then here she is! A new woman ready for the love a good man!"She walks in from the left side of the stage. She waves at us as shewalks, he nails long and pearly white. She wears a gold gown, her pudgylegs striding just a little clumsily on five inch heels. She bounces asshe walks, ass jiggling. She is a pudgy girl, but cute. Her curves lookgood on her, the weight making her look soft and kind of adorable. Shesmiles a nervous smile. I think I can see fear in her eyes, but otherwiseshe looks. And I did. It would've been OK every now and then, but I always take thinks to the extreme. When I work, I work hard; when I love my wife, I love her long time (when I can get it up); when I play golf, I cuss a lot! So when I stopped for drinks, I stopped every night for a week. Big mistake!When I piss off my wife, I piss her off ... A LOT! Well needless to say I wasn't on her Christmas list after that week. Boy did I have to do some ass kissing to get back in her good graces. I quit stopping.