The gods were with us and all the bridges were open for motor traffic and all the State truck scales were closed. The Highway patrol had either just l...ft the restaurant or were in shift change. The rumor of our passing became a state legend.66 North to 31 is not necessarily the shortest route to 31, but the shorter route had the weakest bridges, the tightest turns and the nosiest local cops.Not exactly known for making the smartest decisions, the successful trip puffed me up ... I so Proud.Wait. So let me tell u about myself before i go on my name is knapa but in english it is klara im 5'4 174lbs and a 38dd chest im a lil thick but in all the right places to say with only two weeks intill school starts my mom and dad sent me two thousand dollors for school for me to buy the stuff i woulod need so i could have a great school year so i went to the mall with my new family i went and got some short skirts and fishnet sockings and a really cuite par of high heels i was so ready for my frist. I was used to my wife abandoning me. I was hoping to have sex with her tonight. But now that was ruined. Not that it mattered. She had left me unattended for around a month now. If I did anything that might upset her, the blame will be mostly on her. All of a sudden, I hear a rather loud thump. I look up just in time to see Alexandria holding her knee. "By the Angel," I say, rushing over to where she now sat. "Are you alright?" "No," she sounded strained. "I hurt my ankle pretty badly," her. He wasted little time introducing himself and, less than a minute later, he and Wendy were becoming acquainted on a sofa a few yards away. Warren expected Paulette to walk away any second. Her scene or not, she appeared as if she were looking for someone to connect with—and that someone wasn’t him. But then she turned to him and said, ‘I like mustaches, just to let you know. And also guys who stand taller than me even when I’m wearing heels.’ Warren’s light brown mustache covered most of his.