”“Come again?” You ask.“Oh, the fourth isn’t yours. How fun!” It paused to flip through some more forms. “Just as I thought. This will c...ear things up.”You wait and the skeleton glances at you, the skull smiling somehow and you can feel a perverse amusement in his glance.“Turns out you were not a good person, my boy.”“Okay, stop!” You shout, standing and stomping your foot. The skeleton hardly moves.“What the actual hell is happening? What is this?” you continue, turning around and beckoning to. Was I this messed up from that experience that now the only thing that turns me on is that dog, I refused believe that was the pint I was at. Again, I went to bed totally frustrated. The next day was a Saturday and I woke up with the same pain but worse , this was crazy I had not cum in almost two weeks and I needed to so bad I was Kind of going crazy . I was really getting to a point of desperation wondering if I should talk to my mother .. but the how the hell does one do that , not an easy. There was a lot of other valuables in the safe. Some were stacks of credit cards, ID cards, Driver's Licences for many provinces, states and even countries. There was more cash here than I had ever seen before. Luckily it was already in bags. Four of the seven bags had counterfeit currency and this I left.There was an Uzi with two extra clips. A box with gemstones. A heavy cloth sack with a plastic sac inside. This inner sack containing smaller packets of cocaine.I speed read some of the notes. Toh wo hasi fir muje thoda garam krne lagi yaha wahan hath lagake fir boli ke me ek bar ter lund ko dekhna chahti hun to maine kaha ha dekho pr wo boli ki koi aa jayaega to main use pata liya wo main short utari usne tera to bada he fir usne use hath me lek hilane me bola ke muh me nhi legi kya toh boli ke sab kuch aaj krunga toh tadpane ka maja kab aayega itne me hi uske maa ka cal aya ghar bula rhi thi fir me bola ke kab karenge to boli ke jab ghar me koi nhi hoga tab. Maine bola ke mere mom.