He was supposed to be an American, with no interest in ‘soccer’, as they wrongly referred to it. This was humiliating. Was he even looking at her?...Or was he into the game and ignoring her completely? Was he even occasionally enjoying the view of her spanked ass or wet pussy? It both angered her and reinforced what being his meant. She didn’t care at all about football, but this game seemed critical to her. She could imagine Arsenal losing, and him deciding that she wouldn’t come until they won.. The damned lawyers were almost as bad as the fools at Stethbridge. They wanted affidavits for everything. At least traffic was not that heavy. Margaretta was watchful in the seat beside me. Her job was to protect both me and my property though she could suck a clit with the best. Too bad she was one of those that were addicts.Later I took the exit to 16th Avenue. I drove down the major street for only a few blocks when a cube van smashed into my side of the car. We were pushed sideways. I. The next day at work was more of the same, as far as my newly inspired open mind and attitude went. I did see Rebecka Anderra again that day, first when she came past my section carrying a report of some kind and gave me a wave and a hi, and second when I went by her section, on my way to nowhere in particular, and gave her a spin salute with my wheelchair as I tossed off a greeting of my own.Where was the sudden interest coming from? I don't know, maybe it was there all this time and I'd been. " Sarah said. "I want them to meet him." They will. But you know why he didn't come," Joey said."Oh shit... here we are... Shit... Oh shit, there's daddy!... I think I'm gonna start crying... " Shit. You could at least wait until they see you too. Then we can all have a good cry," Joey said sniffing and wiping his eye."I think we better just stay in the limo," I whispered to Tommy. "It will be... dryer."I couldn't help but smile when he nodded his head silently.The limo came to a halt, and.