She'd deposited Meier in his car seat, where he was whining uncomfortably, and seemed to be fumbling in her purse. "They attacked him. Didn't you see ...t? Why would he pick a fight with three men all bigger than he, one of them gigantic?" Now, little missy, you just get in your vehicle and go along," he replied, the shotgun never wavering. "You do that, you and your whinin' little pickaninny, and I'll overlook that you got to consortin' with the wrong kind of man and spit out that mongrel.". If your partner runs away screaming, they'll be back if they truly love you. Which brings me to...5. Because It's A Jerk Litmus TestGiphyAgain, if bae freaks out when you say "I love you" and you're at least a few months into dating, bae is not bae. Bye, bae/jerk.6. Because It's A Bucket List ThingGiphyPoll your friends to find out how many of them have said "I love you" first. I bet the percentage is lower than our president's approval rating. (38 percent on a good day.) Just saying it will be. Timid? not MY wife.We were living in northern Wyoming, when the sheriff came out to the house to check on another gun shot report in the middle of the night. The first thing he did was blip the siren at the gate so she'd know he was there. The second thing he did was call out, "Jo, it's the Sheriff, can I come up to the house?" The third thing he did was ignore the blood trail from halfway up the walk: the body was on the porch and that's all he cared about. Fourth, he asked, politely, he. I lay there and once again began to think about how wonderful her ass looked in those hiking shorts. and if it was possible how much better it looked now encased in a pair of white panties. My prick began to swell. I rolled over trying to get comfortable and put those thoughts out of my head. My eyes were fully adjusted to the darkness as the rain began to pelt the shelter harder. I could see that her oversized Tee shirt had ridden up and exposed her half concealed ass cheeks and once again my.