“You no-good Irish prick. Why do you fuck my daughter with your frat-boy cock? You don’t have enough slutty Irish girls to slip the salami to like...the animal you really are inside that three-piece suit?My Teresa is a good girl.She don’t need to get fucked by you stuck-up college boys with your educated cocks that go poking around in places you don’t belong like my Teresa’s beautiful pussy she is saving for her husband as soon as we find him. You better not be putting a bambino in my Teresa’s. That naughty thrill she got from buying something that would make her devoutly Catholic mother swoon. If only she hadn’t been forced to buy it by a three hundred pound woman holding a shotgun. Morelli moved to the counter and began digging through the bag that Ranger had abandoned. ‘I think we could have some fun with this. What do you think, Manoso?’ Stephanie cast her eyes back and forth between the two men. Something wasn’t right. Normally Ranger and Morelli were natural enemies, one walked. ’ he said sarcastically. ‘Ah yes, well, how’d everything go?’ Steve asked. At that point, John told them all exactly what had happened, making sure not to leave anything out. (Perhaps, in case, they decided to go back in.) ‘Well, John, your story does seem quite unbelievable at first, but the jungle hasn’t failed to surprise me yet. I could easily see it happening.’ Steve said. ‘I’ll look it up, and see if I can find anything on this.’ said Matt. John then kept silent for awhile. He was. It would be nice if you had dinner ready then.Bye sweetheart, I will see you later." He bent down and softly kissedme.I watched him depart. I was finally alone.***I thought about escape. I then thought about some of the things Svenhad said. I had no identification and no means of support. I alsoconsidered that I was in a strange country. Where would I go? Even if Idid have a destination how would I get there? My head pounded. I closedmy eyes and drifted off to sleep.***I awoke and gazed at the.