" he continued."Well sir, we found a boat. It only has one motor on it now, looked like it was a big Merc." If it's mine it's a Merc 125, I had two of...em on there," he said pulling a piece of paper from his shirt pocket. "Here's my registration with the numbers that should be on the bow of the boat. Do they match?"Looking over the boat registration Grant saw that it was the same boat.Sticking his hand out he said, "Looks like we found your boat for you. My name's Grant Avery, this is my. It did not matter, because she suddenly felt a crack against the back of her knees as the rolling pin smashed into her left hamstring and she dropped to the floor, excruciating pain in her knee. The man swung the rolling pin like a baseball bat and it connected with a resounding a smack across her ass and she dropped to her stomach, looking up at Kimmie, who stood calmly behind the camera, seemingly pleading for her life as she was starting to lose feeling in her feet. This lack of feeling. I’ll leave the cousin fucking up to you man.”“Fuck you dude! If my cousins looked half like that, I’d split those lips in a heartbeat. What you think Al?”“I’m all for man.”“Well if you got talk Will, go ask her. I got $20 on it that you too chicken shit to do it.”“Where’s Mr. B?”“Sleeping.”“$20 and a free blow job? Watch and learn, fags.”He walked over and sat down next to where Ashley was reclining, striking up an instant conversation. He was the print of his brother. The way he walked, the. "You must love it." "We really do," said John. "We looked for about five years for the right house to come on the market and when this did, we jumped on it. We've moved out of our Upper East Side apartment after thirty-five years and are living here full-time now." "And we've never been happier," said Emily, handing me a glass of wine. "Good luck to both of you and welcome to paradise." We toasted. Dinner was excellent and the conversation was warm and friendly. Buddy liked the house and.