. a man needs his pork just as much as any other kind of food.After the ladies had gone to bed, I moved the ribs from the freezer to the refrigerator,...so they would thaw enough to cook in the oven.I plopped into bed, and was turned into a teddy bear by Lisa who cuddled and said, "Even though it's Saturday, I have to work tomorrow, but I will be home for dinner," and we fell asleep.By the time I woke up; she was gone. I put on enough to be decent and wandered into the kitchen. Susan was up and. My eyes glistened and I started to cry, "What are you doing? I have a plane to catch."The woman shrieked, "You needn't worry! You'll make that plane." We know your expertise," she said, "We are not asking you for your help. We are telling you that you will do as we say or you will die."I nodded, assuming she was a spy who had somehow learned about my new job with the UN. But a spy for which country?"You are going to infiltrate the home of the Iraqi defence minister and locate missing files we. It was apt. Oh, how their conversation went on and on and on about absolutely fucking nothing. It drove him crazy how pretentious these whores were, but he clenched his ass and took another sip of his beverage. Jake had a very high tolerance; he could drink most anyone under the proverbial table. The conversation continued and Jake grew annoyed – he ordered a beer to change things up. Anyway it didn’t matter to him what they talked about. The more they talked the less they had to say. It made. The woman left for a minute and returned with an apple and placed it in a dish of bright red colored liquid. She left it sit in the dish for about five minutes while she red silently from her book. I'm sure that she was saying something because I could see her mouth moving and every once in a while I could make out a word or two like... babies... passion... love... lust... arousal.Once she finished, she picked the apple up carefully and turned it over into another bowl full of white thick.