No way would he own a book titled like a compilation of sappy, Hippy love poetry.One entry in the datebook catching Gina’s special notice would be i...ndecipherable to someone who didn’t know her daddy and how he used his own system of abbreviation. He taught Gina how to do that, too--a leftover from his college days where he coded his class notes so, if they might be stolen, no lazy classmate could make sense of his scrupulous work. No wonder the betraying bastard graduated magna cum laud.So Gina. " "I know something's been bothering you, and it probably has to do with Brody." "How would you know that?" "Please, I'm your best friend." Lara scoffed, then sat down. "I'm serious. You've been in a pissy mood ever since he met your parents and if I hear one more angry metal song, I'm going to turn your iPod off with a hammer. You haven't mentioned him at all for the past few days. So tell me what it is. Did you break up?" Ryan dropped into a chair; Lara could be nosy, but this was genuine. Bobby showered quickly and then it was my turn. I showered and shaved my legs and perfumed myself. I slipped on a robe. Even with a bad hangover Bob got into his car and was gone at his usual time.It was no more than a few minutes before I heard Mark’s car pull up into the drive way and I watched him open the door to his car and look directly at me. I opened the front door wider and waved him in as I stood behind the front door showing just my face.He came in closed the door and took me in his. He wanted tofuck her freakish behind. He thought of the things he would do with herfor what seemed like hours, flipping through his endless playlist ofPebbelz's photoshoots, personal pictures, and videos, all intentlystaring at her massive enhanced rear.As Issac pumped away at his engorged erection, he sighed to himself. Heknew that he would never be able to indulge in his Pebbelz fantasy. Heknew he was probably going to live an ordinary boring life, with a flat-assed boring wife. Issac threw.