We shouldn't have."Damn it, Jimmie!" her voice sounded over our shoulders, "you're fucking Reinie! How could you?"Reinie just kept running it in and o...t of her, but managed to speak: "He's my brother just as much as he is yours, Sandra! Why should you, ungh, have him all, ungh, to yourself?"Sandra was speechless. I was pretty much lacking in words myself. I reached over Reinie's shoulder and tried to pull Sandra toward us. I could feel the tautness in her body which suddenly slackened as she. Standing at the open door in the cold, she watched him leave. She wondered why this guy had taken so much interest in them. It actually wasn’t in them, but in her husband. She closed the door while looking down towards the bedroom where her husband was getting dressed. She had to wonder what he did for that guy and his friend. She still had one of his cards tucked away. Maybe she would ask him straight out. In the mean time, it was time to go get a whole lot of money!After stopping by his. He snapped a picture and told us to continue to have fun. He peeled photo off of the negative and said, " really excellent!"Okay, who's going to go 1st?" He said that he thought I should go 1st, because I was so talented, which made Ronnie's face screw up in misunderstanding. Ronnie said, what coach, I'm high score on the team!" Coach instructed him to open the 1961 envelope and get out the photos in the playoff envelope, which he did. Coach said. "Ronnie is more than one kind of talent. Take a. " Let me see if I've got this," Meredith said harshly. "You say my future husband is going to be screwing around on me and no one affiliated with the team is going to let me know about it. Is that what you're saying?" Pretty much," Mandy admitted."And how in the fuck do these women look in the mirror each morning?" Meredith queried. "They believe their husband is being unfaithful with some skank in Pittsburgh or Phoenix and they just go on about their business. That's unbelievable." It's.