FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other...plant that crops up in the lawn.GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord As soon as it grows a little, they cut it - sometimes twice a week.GOD: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it. ”“A few months ago.”“So, how is life?”“Life’s been better. My company is doing really good.”“I haven’t seen you since the wedding.”“That was a great party!”“So how is life not better. Don’t tell me you and the little lady are at odds.”“Yeah. I think she is sneaking around on me. I’ve been having some funny feelings and things between us have been strained.”“Shit! She seemed like a keeper too.”“I thought so too or I wouldn’t have married her.”“You never did seem like the marrying kind, until you. I looked up at him, right in the eye and said “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my ass with your big thick hard cock.” I went back to frantically sucking him and he moaned and said “Ohhh, boy. You just said the magic words.” Dazed with lust, I was hauled up and told to lean over the couch. Again, he spanked me, keeping up the dirty talk, calling me a filthy slut, a cock-eyed whore, promising me a fuck that I wouldn’t believe. I squealed again with each stroke, begging him to put it in me but. "That doesn't tell me anything," said Jennifer."I know." Tell me something," she pleaded. "Lie to me if you must, but give me something to hope for." Women!" he snorted. "First you tell me not to lie to you, then, a few days later, change your mind." I'm being patient, Bob," she said, squeezing his penis, "but my patience is not going to last forever." Her hand moved to cup and gently squeeze his balls, and the threat was clear."I don't want to lie to you," he said."Why can't we be happy.