Earl's wife had died a few years ago and Marylou had started sharing his bed. Both quickly gravitated to the Church with its acceptance of all forms o... love.My mind drifted back to the ceremony as I waited on Mary. Earl's daughter, Marylou, was a pretty girl. She had long, black hair that fell down to her waist and contrasted lovely with her simple, white dress. Her round, cherub-face was covered by a veil and her long legs were covered by white, fishnet stockings. As part of the marriage, I. The majority of her old friends, at one time or another over the years warned her she was heading for trouble. She snickered when she thought how strange it was that she and Ryan got away with the affair as long as they had. It seemed all their friends knew about the affair. She was surprised it took Pete as long as it did to find out. Of course, some of her friends dropped her when she refused to leave Ryan alone. Many more warned her repeatedly about the mistake she was making and tried to. “Pity you can’t take your liquid straight from the container” says her daughter. With a smile her mother nods “Believe me I would love to do just that” “Does that medicine make you feel better Grandma?” “It certainly does” Henrietta replies winking at her granddaughter.Seeing such a happy face makes her granddaughter suddenly leap on to her lap and hug her round the neck. This causes Henrietta to jump and fall to the back of the chair; she lets out a loud OOoohhh sound causing the startled. "We're insurance collectors," said the older girl with a curiously mocking smile."Insurance collectors?" asked Psychlone sceptically."Yeah," said the younger girl in a high-pitched voice that sounded even younger in years than she looked. "What YouTube said. We're insurance collectors." You don't look like insurance collectors." What are we supposed to look like, eh?" said the younger girl. "You fucking tell us. What makes you think we're not what we say we are, you cunt?" Shut it, Sick Chick,".