Stop making fun of me. Look at him. Just look at him!’ Richard looked at Bernie, whose head was tilted to one japanese side and whose tongue was lolling out of the side of his mouth. Charlotte rolled her eyes in faux exasperation. ‘Alright grumpy chops.’ She collected her suitcase, Bernie in tow, and walked back to the house. It was just like she remembered. The walls were covered in dark wooden panelling, and rooms split off from a central open hallway. A staircase curved round the back wall and a small chandelier hung from the ceiling. She walked up the stairs, Richard in front, whilst Bernie sat patiently on the bottom step. When she got to her old room she flung herself onto the bed like she had done so many times and let out a sigh. ‘As you can tell I classic haven’t really done anything or moved stuff. All your old books and toys are still in the attic if you want them.’ ‘Thanks. Maybe we can dig them out at some point.’ She lay there for some time on the cool sheets. ‘Remember when you used to read to me?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘I liked vintage that.’ By the time Charlotte had unpacked, the sun was setting and the white walls of her room were painted with amber rays of light. She left her books and outfits at the foot of her bed and made her way downstairs where Richard was cooking dinner. Soon, two steaming bowls of spaghetti were laid out on the table, and wine was poured for both of them. ‘So...Dad. Have you been, y’know...seeing anyone after Mum…’ Richard winced and shook his head. They made small talk over supper. Richard found out that Charlotte was single too, but she had recently broken up with her manipulative ex-boyfriend John. As they chatted about music, books, and shared anecdotes about annoying colleagues, they realised they shared a lot more in common than they’d thought. As conversation shifted to her research Charlotte was suddenly reminded of their conversation on the phone. ‘Hang on. I swear you mentioned something…’ ‘What? When you phoned me?’ ‘That’s it! Something Bernie found on a walk.’ ‘Oh that. Yeah I should wife have it somewhere.’ “Your mind-controlling me into being your girlfriend!” she moaned, her thighs squeezing around me. “Oh, that's hot. We would have a few japanese drinks, beer was my choice while she liked tequila. Our friendship hadn’t changed at all either. I reached out wife to touch her skin, it was warm and smooth, and my hands wandered to cup her breasts. When I got back daddy said, “Why do men have to be so mean. more than anything in my life! What Kathleen told me next deeply concerned me to no end. She breaks the kiss and hurries off to the closest bathroom. SMACK! Lola's cheeks went bright vintage red. They didn't understand that salmon quit feeding once they hit fresh water, but they will strike out of instinct at something going right by their nose. I don’t want to make anything difficult for you here. “So you’re more of an exhibitionist?” Donna shuttered at the sound of that work……”MAAM MAY I PLEASE LICK YOUR CUNT?” The big blue Dagan stands before her. That was the last night that Joan-e MCallister appeared at The Club . It was also the end of her sports bets at work. Sheppy then lifts up and puts both of his front paws up on the bed. I know my courage came from my lust and raging hard-on. I created them in their mothers' wombs. I told you to NOT be the asshole who hurts her. I called him and asked do you have any one that can operate the boat yard business, he said his brother runs a small one down the river but is looking, I said set him up and let me know if you need anything. I actually dozed off, apparently for quite a while, and when I awoke Luke said, With fear she straddled the awful classic 'saddle' and that tall, red prick. probably an hour or longer . . .