Everyone who thought he stood a chance surviving to the end, entered. The crowd was rowdy, loud, and wanted to see a good fight. Everyone had their fa...orites, but they all just wanted to see action, blood, and even death. Their wishes were certainly being fulfilled. A black guy, barely out of his teens, but very muscular and quick, picked up his opponent in the air, with both hands, placed him on his shoulders. With a confident smirk to the ecstatic crowd, he tensed his muscles a bit, then. Beneath the first sentence were these words: HAVE YOUR FUTURE TOLD.Kim walked in. There was bell-ringing sound.Inside the shop were all kings of souvenirs. Statues. Crystals and stones displayed inside and on top of glass counters. She saw a poster of an Indian woman with an eye in the middle of her forehead with her two normal eyes closed. She also saw poster of Niostradamus: The Man Who Saw Tomorrow and a poster of Edgar Cayce, America's leading psychic.Kim realised that this was the front. Not just because of your relationship with my daughter. But because of what you mean to me. I trust you, Tim. Fully. Yes, maybe fully, like Michele does. I do, yes. And it means so much to me that you can tell me something so deeply personal and emotional, without the cover of teasing. Something so intimate that you blush. For a change it is you who blushed. Thank you, Tim.” Tim and I busy ourselves in our own reading of the Sunday paper as Mom chooses instead one of the lounge chairs, leans. Paul was 5'11 with dark blonde hair and blue green eyes. Haylie's a brunette, 4'10, 100 lbs, and her measurements are 34B-26-38. Despite their difference in appearances, they loved each other. When it came to sex, they enjoy it when it's the two of them, but they never had a threesome before. That's when Paul had an idea.He asked Haylie, "What do you think about having a threesome? The two of us having sex with another chick?" I think it's a great idea, babe!" Haylie happily exclaimed."Just how.