Country singers!” Sabrina snorted dismissively.“On the other hand, they didn’t have anything better to do,” I chuckled as I tossed back some F...reball whiskey now, “I, on the other hand, don’t wish to follow the script so much myself. Maybe the Mark of the Beast, just to know who’s on my side ... maybe. I’d hate to doom anyone, but if we win, they won’t be doomed, after all. Still, the thought of the plagues that anyone marked with it would suffer, not even counting eternal torment. If I don’t. He told me he is going to work few more night work for my friend office he told me he work here until mid night I told him not to tell my friend I was here so I will come tomorrow night have some beers he says not a problem also he told me bring “Corona” its Mexican beer it’s so smooth same night when I went home I told my wife about peter first she hesitate then she says ok we start talking about him that night we had steamy sex know come to real story. Next night me and my wife went to my. Not for the first time, Courtney wished desperately that her parents hadn’t disappeared off the coast of Florida six months ago ... they would have stopped this whole thing cold. Courtney also desperately wished that her twenty-fifth birthday was closer than the nearly two years off that it was. Then she would come into her full inheritance, rather than the pathetic allowance she currently got, and could really put someone to work on the little cow her brother seemed insistent on marrying.. I went down stairs and there was no one up yet so I started to make breakfast. I cooked bacon and eggs and sat down at the table thinking about the previous night. After I ate I put the dishes in the dishwasher and heard a door upstairs open and footsteps on the stairs. The huge black man that fucked my mother the previous night entered the kitchen. "Good morning!" he said. "Good morning! Would you like some breakfast?" I asked."Yes please!" he replied. I started making some more bacon and eggs.