I cried for you. I prayed to you everyday of my life to send me someone. Anyone. You sent down an angel from above and gave her to me. I loved her. I ...ared for her. I longed for her, pined for her, ate, drank, slept, and breathed for her. I existed for her. She was my reason for being. And you fucking took her away. Stop staring at me! I hate you. You took away my reason for living. You took away everything. Stop staring at me. Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck me.’ Tristan grabbed the gun from the. They had been to the John Deere dealer in Queen Anne with Dad and Jason to look at a new combine - a five hundred thousand dollar investment without the corn or grain heads.The combine they had was bought used from the farmer that we bought the farm from near Morton Field. It had a lot of hours and was nearly worn out. It was OK as a backup or a second machine, but not as the primary when it was harvesting season.I wondered why they had not bought two and traded in the old one to get rid of it,. V.A.,’ dad insisted. ‘I’m going to set up a web design and computer marketing company,’ I told Mr. Wright as I ignored my dad’s comment. ‘Do for others what I did for you guys last summer.’ I’d spent the summer building a web site for their company and had worked part time at it all year. ‘You need to get a degree first,’ my dad growled. ‘I’ll get one part time, at night.’ ‘Bullshit.’ We talked back and forth, argued really, for another hour before I finally split. I hadn’t totally convinced. Silently he dropped to his knees.. lips touched her calves, sliding down towards her ankles... gently he raised her foot to his lips, kissing first one toe and then he other, slowly, gently, savoring each before drawing it into his mouth... softly he sucked and kissed each in turn...then moving to the arch of her foot and back to her toes again... a tiny moan of pleasure escaped her and her hand slid down gently to caress her mound. He moved forward, moving his mouth slowly up her leg, tasting.