"don't call my friend a slut. I won't hit a woman, but I'll smack a frigid bitch if she's insulting my friend!"Patch smiled a little. The girl in fron... of me, named lala, looked back in my direction. "This one has a mouth!"patch just yawned, hands on her hips. "he's got a lot more than that." She started, her heels clicking off the floor as she walked toward us. She shooed lala away, pulling me into the living room. Little did I know I'd meet lala again in a few days.Patch and I sat down and. I write stories.’ ‘I didn’t think you’d need office space for that,’ he said scratching his head. ‘I’d think that’s something you’d do out of your house.’ ‘Yeah, I know,’ I said with an uncomfortable chuckle. ‘I write custom stories for people who have a difficult time recording a memory and who want it saved to paper or computer disk to read later.’ ‘Oh, yeah? No kidding,’ he said looking from me to my computer and back at me again. ‘So what kind of stories do you write?’ ‘Every story you can. It was not just that we had a new house now. Peter changed his decorating habits as well. Before we had lush tapestries on the walls, thick carpets in different shades of red, and huge fat green indoor plants that threatened to take over everything, as if they were sucking a thrilling life force out of the air. Now Peter wanted cool ceramic tile, and soft colored walls. He wanted gentle clear down lights and sensible furniture with no hard corners. I loved our lush fabrics, our shadowy corners,. " What?" We win this an' you can fuck me." You get me inside the 30, I'll bring the lube and you can fuck me." He puts his arm out an' I meet it - more than a shake, less than a hug. I run back out on the field.I have one minute and 35 second to get Faroud twenty yards down field. I have to get that ball before the guy in front of me does. Watch the ball. Watch the guy. The first two downs, we hold them at the line of scrimmage. Third down, they put it in the air and I grab it.And make it to.