Did I hear right? It is a memento from your mother?" Yeah," Joey sighed. "My father's cousin owns a body shop. He'll fix it. It's insured, too." Okay,... hop in. Let's get this drunken sailor into her cot."Johnny sat in the back with Deirdre as Maureen pulled out."I think it's really cool of you that you don't blame Deborah," Joey voiced his appreciation.Maureen looked at him in the rearview mirror. "I remembered in time that I was seventeen once, too. Did you drink any booze tonight?" A sip early. Warren doesn't even know his dad. Maybe he wouldn't have helped in the situation. He just hoped that a male in the house would side with him. It seems to him like his mom always sides with his sister.Like when he had walked in on his sister in the bathroom. It had actually been a little less than a year ago. He had no idea she was in there, the door wasn't fully closed, he just thought the wind had blown it mostly shut. He opened the door to go take a shower only to be greeted by his sister's. It is sold as blood and bone fertilizer." My God!" Helen gasped."Spike boasted the mixture would defy analysis. The slaughterhouse is cleaned and sterilized. Ma Butcher can make us disappear without a trace."Helen sighed."Pigboy does the slaughtering and butchering. He's a mute half-wit, says Spike, and an enthusiastic bisexual necrophiliac," added Mark.Helen looked at her white-faced husband. "Well, let us hope your daughter can find the police before that happens to us," she said as. ...che puntualmente arrivano ci alziamo e mentre ci dirigiamo a casa sua che è poco distante, mi abbraccia....ci fermiamo e scappa un bacio clamoroso, una slinguazzata in strada che non facevo da non so quanti anni, ma che vi devo dire.....certe cose non si possono impedire, sarebbe un peccato non farle. Poi le sue mani vanno sui miei glutei, io mi bagno, ha mani calde e sicure che sanno bene cosa fare. Riusciamo a raggiungere casa sua anche se io lo avrei divorato lì per strada. La porta si.