" God. I cantotally respect the man who drinks to forget past horrors, but is thereanything more pathetic than the alcoholic who drinks because he's f...uckingbored?You better believe that I've spent quite a few nights on my own.Especially when I was growing up. And I won't lie: I discovered thatthere were a lot of dark and ugly places inside of me. Over time, they'vejust gotten darker and uglier, full of slimy and hateful things. Violentthings. For the greater part of a decade I wrestled with. We spoke about nothing just to fill the air with noise. People often do that it seems.At the first stop for gas Sylvia raided the prepared food cooler which was located inside the convenience store part of the building. When I hit the road again she was juggling drinks and prepared foods of different kinds."I love America, we had none of this where I grew up," she explained."So you are determined to try everything?" I asked."These chicken things are actually quite good," she informed me. "Are. It's a miracle her kids aren't more spoiled, and a good part of that is due to my mostly hidden hand in helping to raise them. Now that she has nothing but sex on the brain, she's lost all willpower to discipline them. While she and Angel are going on about being sex slaves, someone needs to actually run things. That very incident yesterday with Xania shows that I can overcome severe temptation when discipline is needed.It's imperative that I secure my spot as at least Susan's equal with. His tongue rolled the little bud in his mouth as his teeth bit down, her other breast having in the firm grip of his palm. Allison shuddered in excitement as he roughly shoved two fingers into her wet hole, panting as he raised his eyebrows at her, ‘Do you want it Allison?’ ‘Yes…’ her voice hissed out as he slid a third finger into her ass, and she writhed in pleasure on his hand. His voice was husky with desire as he leaned in close to her ear, ‘Beg for it little girl.’ Arching her back as he.