I don’t have a girlfriend, I just can’t pledge to something I don’t believe in,” I responded.I felt terrible for my dad. Our mom had died a fe... years ago. Now he felt like his children were leaving him too, but I knew I had to be true to myself. We were still a family, dad was home every morning to fix our breakfast, and every evening he would join us for supper—the rest of the time he spent and lived at the church.During my senior year of high school, I went to work at a trendy boutique with a. His mother finishes eating her food and drinking her water and she says " Thank you Steve for saving me, I thought they were going to bring me back to the village " and she gives her son a big hug then she says " let me start from the beggining " wiping some tears from her eyes she says " The night of the attack your father was killed and I was gangraped for hours by his killers, when they all finished they took me back to the village where I was thrown into a huge cage where all the women of. But my cock spoke for me. “Sure, beer, wine, water, soda?”She walked past me, and I followed. Today she wore shorts, baggy ones at that with a white top that ended halfway up her back exposing her honey colored skin.“This is nice. It’s that’s old German couples place, isn’t it?”I hurried up to her. “Yes, they let me have it for free.”We walked inside and I busied myself with the groceries and when I was about to put the last item in the fridge, I heard a splash and looked out the kitchen. Ellen and Nancy didn't argue. They did tell me, though, that we'd all take turns after we got home. I agreed with them but this one time I was going to do it. He'd been there for me for almost two weeks, and I was there for him this time.We got out to the van, and George helped him in. He was still real week but he seemed to be favoring his bad leg less than before the infection. I hoped this was a good sign.We got loaded into the van with him in the front passenger seat, and Megan driving. She.