" Oh, I just wanted to come home. We were up late goofing off, so I thought I'll come home and get a little shuteye before lunch." Asking me what I am...doing up this early, that's nerve coming from a slut who's been fucking and sucking all night long."Ok honey, I'll call you when it's lunchtime."James walked up the staircase and down to his room. When he passed his parents room he looked in and saw that the sheets were strewn all over the bed and her clothes were in a heap on the dressing chair.. As soon as Nate’s hand touched the gearshift, a cloud darkened his mind. Since the day in his living room with the book, he hadn’t seen or heard from Pops. It wasn’t uncommon to go a good stretch of time without seeing him. Dad and his grandfather had a falling out several years ago. Still, to drop such a powerful item in Nathan’s lap, and then disappear. It didn’t seem right. Unfreezing his hand, Nathan put the truck in gear, and rumbled down the road. Now slightly agitated with worry, he. No one could figure out how he did it. Did he not sleep for five days? Michael flipped to the second page. It, as well as every page after it, was clean as a whistle. Michael was wondering how Professor Havel had overlooked his paper – was that fabulous mind finally slipping – when he arrived at the final page. On it, in Professor Havel’s handwriting, in purple ink, was a ‘D.’ Michael Sadkins was Broadmoor’s top student. He had a perfect score on the ACT’s. He took more than half his classes at. It had helped to pay for the upgrading of the mansion he and his fellow senior clerics were now enjoying at Holy Contemplation."Ah, James," said the Chief Apostle when the Archdeacon arrived at the Holy Tabernacle dressed in his sober black robes. "Good to see you again. I trust it's going well?"The Archdeacon truly and deeply detested Chief Apostle Wynton Jones Mason. Of all the other bastard church leaders throughout the Solar System, if there was one Pentecostal cunt he'd gladly fuck up the.