A schlub like me, with a tall, good-looking black sex goddess, with long dark hair, inviting bedroom eyes and legs that don’t seem to end? A woman w...ose appetites exceeded mine in the bedroom, who didn’t care I was 10 years older, a bit overweight? It never mattered to Renee that I wasn’t ever going to be rich, she knew I loved writing. She knew all of this, but from the day we met, she took me at face value. She talked me back into coming back to her place for ‘coffee’ and we didn’t get out of. I notice movement in the house and I whisper to Ganda that I think Muriel is home.Ganda says something in Ilonggo and Muriel appears. There is a discussion that I am not privy to even though I am right there through the process. Then ... silence. Muriel is just standing there and Ganda takes a deep breath.Jake, this girl is now your wife. She may not leave you, ever. She will have your children and she will care for you when you are sick. Take a good look at her. She is no longer my daughter.. ‘Come on, let’s eat.’ The quiche tasted even better than it smelled. ‘This is fantastic, Frankie,’ Kay commented. ‘And the crust is so flaky. How do you do that? My crusts always get tough.’ Frankie blushed. ‘Ah, well, I…I used a ready-made crust from a package I found in the refrigerator,’ he said. ‘I…I can make crust, though. Mom says…’ His eyes reddened, he stopped talking, and took a deep breath as a tear trickled down his cheek. Kay laid her hand on the young man’s arm. ‘…she says I make. Liv could see Finn starting to turn, but she could tell that it would take too long for him to get his AR in position to return fire. They didn't have long before the man mowed them down with his submachine gun.Without thinking, Liv dropped the AK, freed one of the throwing knives from its place on her left arm, and hurled the sharp dagger. As the metal shank left her fingers, she hoped that the years spent throwing knives at targets in her backyard would pay off.Time passed in slow motion as.