So um, why did you want to talk to me?" I've started to learn how to give foot massages, thought I'd try it on you first before I break someone else's...foot." I said to my sister.My sister smiled, "So you want to break your little sisters feet first, here's my answer, FUCK YOU!" Sis, I was just joking," I said smiling as this was great acting. "Please, here, lie down on your bed." I instructed.My sister laid down on her bed on her back angrily, "If you hurt me, I'm gonna fucking kill you." She. Weekends, for the most part, were spent cleaning the condominium and washing clothes while listening to his stereo. When not working around the condominium, he was free to watch television. As far as Phil was concerned, he was living a dream life and would have been confused by anyone who might have suggested otherwise. He had a nice place to live, an entertainment center, a nice car, some savings, and a job. Having been divorced, he was convinced that the perfect life didn't include a wife in. They talked about everything. He found out about her life. It seemed to match the beautiful person he saw on the outside. He was certainly surprised to find out that she shared his interest in giving to her community. He hadn’t meant to talk about his health problems, but she was such a great listener he just let it spill out. They even discussed the topic that had been the main topic of their poetry, their mutual loneliness. Although he wasn’t going to bring an end to their magical time in. There was a rumor going around that she was screwing Mario, a good looking 22-year-old landscaper, that has turned heads on our block plenty of times while working in the neighborhood on hot days without a shirt. The young man that earned money mowing lawns as a teenager, had done quite well for himself, owning his own business at such a young age.The rumor turned out to be true. Not only were Brenda and Mario fucking, they were making homemade sex tapes as keepsakes. Well naturally one of.