Close enough to the mantle that it’s always a little warm ... there is a man. No one knows what he did to sit in that chair behind that desk ... but...it didn’t kill him.This is where the burn bags go ... not the contents ... just the bags ... to be issued when called for. They ... the bags ... come by trolly and left at the door. The numbered bags are empty. They have been searched by men ‘on their way up’ and searched by men ‘on their way down.’ One of the ways to become an ‘up’ is to find. While she noticed her mom was cooking in the kitchen her dad suddenly came from behind and grabbed her moms ass and started squeezing it mom resisted first saying Pooja might come down anytime but dad was in no mood to listen so he continued enjoying and pressing her ass, Pooja on the other hand just stood there not knowing what to do and she wondered if she should just slowly leave from there or continue watching and jus as I guessed.She turned out to be the horny girl I knew she took a safer. Oregon, maybe Washington or Vancouver." Yes," Michel nodded. He had his own glass of wine, but he wouldn't drink from it. He merely held it as a gesture of etiquette."You know them." I know the woman, she's the older," Michel shrugged. "The younger, I have no idea." Who is she?" I asked, turning my back to the city and facing Michel."Why do you want to know?" he smiled at me. "They will be gone soon." I need to know that you're safe," I sipped my wine. "All of your kind. They were very messy. I was in a state of utter confusion when out of nowhere I felt a hard hit to my head and that was all I remember. When I awoke I was tied to a chair there was a window in front of me and what I saw made my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. My girlfriend was laying nude with her face buried in my step-mom’s crouch munching away and looking like she loved it. Then after she clearly came allover my Gf’s face she looked at me and waved. Then she told my gf to stand up and put her hands.