Sharon frowns."He spent a whole day telling my college boyfriend how crazy our father was, talked about his gun collection and crap." Sharon said with... mock anger."Its true, I have a large collection of guns, and half of them have killed before, I shall not tell a lie." I said.Jennifer is giggling at that."Sure honest Abe." Sharon says."He wasn't that honest." I say.Sharon stands nods to me and shakes Jennifers hand."I have reports to do, Ill leave you two kids alone now, its been a pleasure, if. ”The beheaded body still spraying ectoplasm everywhere clumsily reached through the fridge door to collect its head, missing it on the first few attempts.Ella rolled her eyes at the pathetic display of gaucheness.“To think when I signed the contract that said, 'Caution: haunted' in the small print and I seriously fell for the foolish idea that I'd be beleaguered by the well-sung nineteenth-century poet named Sir Arthur Cunningham or whatever who hung himself over getting rejected by the. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She had brown shoulder length hair and green eyes. She was a real looker.“Hello, I’m Nurse Practitioner, Michelle. I hear you have a rash. Please take off your shirt.”I then took off my shirt and she looked at my rash.“It looks like a chemical rash. I’ll write you a prescription for a Medrol Pack.”She then wrote the prescription and handed it to me. She then started acting really weird and started to pace around the room. She had a horny look on her face and was just. He walked up to the bed, asking me to get on my hands and knees, he wanted to fuck me doggie, he instructed his sister, Deema, to spread her legs for me saying “while I fuck you, sweet little whore, I want you to lick my slutty sister’s pussy and prepare it”I did as told, while Deema said “are you thinking to fuck me, to fuck your own sister creep?”He said “you bet your life I will, I would never miss such a chance, I have been having daydreams about fucking your slutty little pussy, but I want.