" Mr. Pratt choked."What? I thought you and Courtney were committed to a lifelong relationship. That's what you've been telling me," he said."Since we...aren't getting married, who's to say we can't all be together?" Jennifer said. Mr. Pratt just shook his head. "And this is our novia, Samantha," Jennifer plunged on."Novia?" It roughly means fiancée." This is all your fault," he said to Anna."Yeah. Aren't you proud of me?"When I finally got back to the fairgrounds, Sam and I decided to load the. "Sorry, I'll clean it up," she quickly apologized. "I just had a few friends over and got some jelly on my clothes so was just putting them in the wash."Alright. Where's Russ?" my wary mother asked."Oh, he's uh... out. With that friend of his Jake," she covered.There was some silence, where all we heard was Jen cleaning dishes from the table before it sounded like my mother bought it, "All right. I'm going to go relax, but get some clothes on." YES!" I whispered and everyone else, Jake,. ‘This club has invested a lot in your training, I have invested a lot in your training. What are we going to do about your lack of commitment?’ ‘Sir, please tell me what I can do to be better…’ ‘Well for starters, you can come and sit on this gate.’ He indicated the five bar gate that his lean body was leaning against. ‘What? I…’ ‘Look at the state of you – you’re a disgrace,’ she looked down at her once white aertex, now splashed with mud, soaked through and clinging to her small, jutting. " My eyes didn't meet hers until conducting a thorough scan of her sleek body. "Come in." I entered the store and walked side-by-side with her around the show room, until they entered her little office. I closed the door behind them. "Have a seat," she said. I sat in an office chair facing Maria's desk. I pulled a small book from my pocket. "Well, I think we have some good news." I watched for her response."Oh? What is it?" she asked, leaning slightly forward in her chair. I went on to explain.