MR Black wanted us to help his men find the girls. With everything that was going on he did not have enough men to put on a good search. He was sendin... eight men or four teams but that was all he had at the moment.I said we would be at the airport and in the air as soon as the plane was ready. The girls had already started getting our stuff together. MR Black said the plane was an FBI special and would have extra toys for us. All of them were clean as far as not being FBI stuff. I laughed and. "I was just trying to help!" Bull hockey! You were trying to cause trouble between me and my husband! If you try it again, I'll tear your hair out by it's ugly, dyed roots."She flees ignominiously.Does Jen have to listen to this often? No wonder she's been green eyed and insecure lately! Maybe I should find a new job?Shit! My body is telling me it's time to go to the bathroom! I bite my lower lip with annoyance. Gone are the days I could just unzip and let her fly. I sigh for the comfort of. I looked at her for a second, eyeing her slouchy demeanour and stupid pyjamas. Why wasn’t she in school? It didn’t interfere with my plans for the day, so I wasn’t interested. “No.” So long as my stepsister stayed on the other side of my bedroom door, the fact that she was in the house made no difference to my plans for the day: wank, shower, football, food, beer and bed.“I’m…” Carrie said.“Boring?” I suggested. “I’m going to my room.” Balancing a bag of crisps on the plate, I pushed the fridge. "No and I live too far from my parents in South Carolina and I am having it alone. I plan on cooking, but have no one to share the food with. Would like to be my guest tomorrow?" This was kind of sad to hear. I could not imagine being a young woman like this, and having no one to have Thanksgiving with. I supposed I could spend an hour with her, and then head back to my place to watch some football.“I would be happy to join you. What would you like me to bring?” I asked her.“Oh, nothing,.