What you have done today is not love. I am beginning to think you might have only told me the truth twice in our life together, first when you said yo... would marry me and the last time when you said I do.Love is not lies. Love is not deception. Love is definitely not what you are showing me.Because of that, I will accede to your wish. I will not sleep next to you. I will not even sleep in the same house, the same neighborhood, and if I didn’t have a job in the city I wouldn’t sleep in the same. "He said, "Well, Monday you surprised me when you had lunch for me whileI plowed. I know you like me don't know how to cook every dish and whatI cooked is what I learned from mom."She said, "Fair enough."She got up and said, "Let me show what I did."He looked as she pointed out where the weeds were pulled and than sheshowed him the vegetable garden and was impressed with the corn that wasgrowing the tomatoes , the okra, squash. and the watermelon and all theother vegetables that were. She had it all, looks, charm and a really great guy in the person of her boyfriend, Kevin—a college freshman. To most of her girlfriends, this would’ve been more than enough. But the 18 year old had a dream—the dream of becoming a reporter.With that in mind, the long haired brunette had entered a writing contest sponsored by the Sun Tribune. The prize a summer internship at the paper. She’d poured everything she had into her story, so it was shattering when she looked at the two winning entries. The old man chuckled, licking his lips. "Are you hungry and thirsty nowsissy?"Richie looked at the tray, his lips felt so dry, the liquid in the glassso inviting."Yyes please." He thought he'd try a different tack and be civil to theold man."Come here and suck my cock then sissy."The words shocked and humiliated Richie once again, yet his stupidstupid little penis was tingling foolishly, his nipples getting stifferand stiffer demanding, screaming for his touch again. He wriggledvisibly in his.