Youre drunk.* He nodded. *I know. Im completely wrecked. But I still think youve got the sexiest eyes Ive ever seen.* I studied his face for a hint ...f mockery but he was serious. Thats the moment I fell in love. We stumbled from the bathroom and headed hand-in-hand down to the sitting room. The party seemed to be over. There were a few people crashed out on the floor. *Boring bastards* I said drunkenly. Someone tapped me hard between the shoulder blades. *Where the fuck have YOU been?* I. She growled loudly and shook her head from side to side as I bored into her gushy softness. She jerked upwards helping me to sink into her depth, and somehow managed with her legs off the bed to roll her ass under and against me. She dancing and me pounding, we sweated and grunted and hissed and growled like enraged lunatics. She brought her legs to my shoulders and urged me to press them down to her chest.“Drill me deep,” she spat, almost angrily. And I obeyed.I pounded her hard as she mumbled. “Kids,” Barbara said, “it's time you knew some things. Paul and I always hated hiding stuff from you, Rose, and I know your family did too, Brad. We knew we needed to tell you after the funeral, but there never seemed to be a good time. But now, with us pretty much out of the picture, and you two living together, I think it's time both of you know the truth.”“What are you talking about, Mom?” Rose asked.“This is probably going to come as a big shock to you, Brad, but, well,... I don't know. Fernand's paleness appeared to have communicated itself to Danglars. As for Fernand himself, he seemed to be enduring the tortures of the damned; unable to rest, he was among the first to quit the table, and, as though seeking to avoid the hilarious mirth that rose in such deafening sounds, he continued, in utter silence, to pace the farther end of the salon.Caderousse approached him just as Danglars, whom Fernand seemed most anxious to avoid, had joined him in a corner of the room."Upon my.