Let's go hunting." I had called out in English, which she couldn't understand, but the bravado did wonders for my spirits. I didn't bother to give a l...st look at our reluctant hosts; I had stomached as much of their weak hospitality as I could stand. My mom had taught me to be polite and I had gone out of my way for these people. Some folks are just assholes.Outside near the tree line, I sent a weak spread in the direction from which the sound came. The rift was a blatant tear in the very. Our entire sexual lives recorded in fucking filthy language by my Mandy. She loved to work herself over with a dildo as she read or reflected over them. "I'll leave you alone." She shut the door. When I got home from work, she was still in there. She had missed lunch and we were close to dinner time. We sat and worried till eight o'clock that evening, then Tina sashayed down the stairs, clad only in her lacy embroidered thong. Her young ample tits swayed as she stepped down the stairs."I want. They were picky in their hiring, and expected their associates to work hard, work long hours and make no mistakes. Frank was glad to have a job there but it helped to start the day early.It was an hour later that Mary, his assistant, arrived. She immediately poured herself coffee that Frank prepared a few minutes earlier, and took the first sip with a sigh."Hi, Frank. Thank for making the coffee," Mary said. "I've gotten used to this kind of thing and now come here directly, instead of drinking. Luckily for him, his fatheronly paid off the card at the end of the year and Rick kept the billslow--until this year. His real problem began when his father, Arthur, had received that billwhen he was trying on his cap and gown. "Rick, may I speak with you fora moment?" "What is it, dad?" Rick asked. "It's about this credit card bill of yours," Arthur said as he held it out infront of his son's face. "What is the meaning of this? Did you do anythingwhen you went off to college, besides.