“How could those goddamn idiots actually think that this is fair or right? Seriously? I wish I could shit on their cars or something.”Corinne laug...ed. “I love it that you are this upset for me, Mattie, but please let it go. It’s not worth getting upset over. If there was a way to get back at them, and show them that they don’t matter, I would be all over it. But, I guess we just have to settle for letting them continue to be deluded by thinking their pathetic little games matter.”“I wish I. The jeans and knickers had clearly been pulled off in a hurry. The second belonged to a man. His shorts hung from the door handle leading to the hall of her flat. Beth eased open the door. She knew she should have made a bold noisy entrance to alert anyone inside. But curiosity had won and she kept as silent as a mouse. The flat was in near darkness lit only by the street lights illuminating the living room through partly drawn curtains. The hall ran passed 2 bedrooms on one side and a bathroom. Both of the guys laughed and stared at my wife's tits as she sat down. My brother said, "Nice rack!" My wife just said, "Let me deal. I think you boys are cheating!" She took the cards and dealt them. After everyone showed their cards, my wife yelled, "Yes! I fucking won. Bill, give me those fucking shorts!" He stood up and took them off and he must have stared at my wife's exposed tits too long because he had a bulge in his boxers. She said, "Little excited there, Bill?" Both Ann and Uncle Tom. Their greeting was most affectionate and warm. I found him a very-handsome, well-built young man and strikingly like his sister. Louisa introduced me. He was most frank in his address and said he was delighted to make my acquaintance, as he had long wished to see me from the frequent mention his sister had made of me in her letters home.We had an enjoyable drive of about an hour and a half from Rouen to their father's house, which was beautifully situated on one of the well-wooded, rolling.