MelissaBaby
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Now 18 years later she must really be regretting it
If you're still buying the drinks, she's not regretting it.
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Now 18 years later she must really be regretting it
To be perfectly honest, a bad German winter can be as cold as a woman who had her birthday and anniversary on the same day and her oblivious husband went to a sports bar. With face paint, no less.
"A conscience is a luxury we can no longer afford."
That leaves a lot open to the imagination.
"What's the matter, Jack?" Nicole smirked. "How come you're not out there dancing?"
Jack glanced down to where his jeans were pinned over the knee of his truncated leg.
"You're a real cunt, aren't you, Nikki?"
"I'm the right hand of Donnie Bellino. You know what that means?
"That he uses you to jerk off?
“I don’t suppose you’ve got much in the way of tools, so I brought mine just in case.”
“We need tools? I thought it just sat in the window.”
“Well, if you plan on dropping it on somebody’s head, that will do. But it’s meant to have a bracket.”
Alvin finally broke the silence. “Oh, I have something for you.” He fished in his pocket and held up a gold chain. Mary took it from him and lifted it to her face. Attached to the chain was a glittering green gem.
“Oh my. Alvin, what…”
“It’s your sea glass. From down Lincolnville.”
She gazed at it in wonder. It was just a piece of glass. A shard of an old soda bottle or pickle jar. How could something so ordinary be so beautiful?