She was curled up in a little ball on the couch watching TV until she noticed me.“What the fuck are you still doing up you waste of space?” she hi...sed sitting up.“I had a lot of homework,” I eyed her suspiciously, “What are you still doing up it’s late for you too.”“I’m not some freshman loser Maxine,” (the girl version of my name apparently), “I can stay up as long I’d like so get your baby food and go back to bed.”There was definitely something wrong. I quickly find a clue to the source when. It seemed that almost every other day we would get a phone call from one member of the Colson family inviting us to dinner, I’m sure if I dug deep enough I would find that someone made a roster as to who’s turn it was to invite us next. Laurels acceptance back into her family was beginning and it was pleasing to see, the children always got to aunt Laurel first, wives soon realized that she wasn’t some weirdo and soon her brothers and sister realized that the woman sat at the table was the girl. HE WAS, HONEST TO GOODNESS, MAKING LOVE WITH HER!!! She surrendered on the spot, and was being overwhelmed at the feelings he engendered in her. Suddenly she wanted him to love her as much as she loved him. Visions of the happiest life she could ever hope for, danced through her mind. She was going to have two wonderful men, that she loved beyond all good sense, under the same roof. Her and Melody were two of the luckiest women to walk the face of the Earth. Love that was unlimited in scope,. You strut about OUR cities like you fucking OWN the place, building mosques and demanding ham sandwiches are banned from school menus while your women sit at home, claiming unemployment because nobody will give a job to a person who can’t speak to other men and who is covered head to toe in a fucking BURQA. Muslims come and live in London, and Paris and Amsterdam and demand the world, but I come here and if I have so much as a rosary bead in my pocket I go to prison! If my gay friends show up.