Most people consider the sasquatch as myth or fiction. Maybe I’ll be able to convince you that there is something to the myths and legends.”I star...ed shaking my head, “Professor Burroughs, don’t misunderstand me Doc. Whether or not Mr. Fuzzy exists, is still up to debate with me. But I can tell you right now that if there is such a creature, he’s nowhere near here. Well, I’ll take that back. There might be one in the area. But no bunch, tribe, mob, or family of sasquatch within 20 miles.”“Would. ”IrelandMary and Sean grew up together, but Mary’s family moved away at 15. To both their sorrow. They kept in touch until a sad fate, on February 21st of 1963 Mary’s father was diagnosed with liver cancer and died on March 15th 1963 at the young age of 48, Mary fell into a bad crowd and a dark place. When Sean found out he tried to contact her. Grandma (Edith) told him that Mary needed him and that she couldn’t get through to her. Sean had a job with a local farmer, (a good man, named John,. After her sister and husband left and we fucked several times, before she went home. How good it was. One night we were all there having a real good time. Dork had gotten so drunk he couldn't hardly walk and Maggie asked me if I'd help her get him home. I told her I would help her. We left everyone else there and walked Dork, or carried him, back to his house. As he was so drunk, he didn't know where he was or who he was. Getting him into his bedroom, he fell onto their bed. Maggie asked me to. Have fun.’ I let out a small giggle, ‘But, what’s with the loafers?’ Marcus looked down and scoffed. ‘They were the only thing that really went with the loincloth. I’ll be damned if I walk out in some flip-flops in fifty degree weather.’ ‘Well you look good baby, damn good.’ I emphasized the last words with a small purr before casting a sinful smile. ‘Have a good time, tell Devon hello, and bring me back some sweets.’ I could hear Marcus step away from the door and walk towards the loveseat. He.