“How are you doing?”She stared at the drawn curtains, amber and red lights playing an eighties disco-like show through them.“Will Uncle Harold b... okay?” she asked. “What happened to him?”“He’s had a heart attack,” I told her.She looked at me, her eyes wide and frightened behind her glasses. “Is he going to die?” she asked.“I don’t think so.”“I don’t want more people dying around me, Mike,” she said very seriously.“I’m sure he’ll be fine.”But he wasn’t. The call came early the next morning. I’d. A trickle of pussy juice ran down the crack of my ass. Yes stupid man, I wanted to have sex, just not with you. This total stranger had me completely under control. I was willing to perform any act he asked.I reached between my spread open legs and held that gigantic member in my hands. It was so fat that I shook with fear at the thought of it going into me. I came just thinking about your anger and tears. Once you learned that your laziness caused your precious wife to cheat, you would have to. This crosses one Flip. The three of swords is my obstacle. Not surprising. A Heart pierced by three cruel blades, blood dripping off their tips. It indicates harsh words exchanged, wounds inflicted by callous thinking and wrongful assumptions. Words thrown in spite that can’t be taken back. Carl. He thought I was sleeping with Patrick. I wasn’t but I knew that he was getting suspicious, so you know what I did? I went out and fucked Patrick. He wouldn’t have done it, not sober, but I got him so. .." Go on, Josey" smiled Nigel. "Those guys all thought that you were achick anyway." Really?" I asked excitedly.He nodded. "Really. They were staring at your ass when you walked awayfrom the bar, undressing you with their eyes the whole way."I stood and asked if everyone wanted the same drinks. They nodded andso I approached the bar.The guys at the bar parted for me like magic. I got served straightaway. Whilst the barman poured the drinks, a man to my left, a tall manwith a tiny goatee ran.