Duane would walk the first miles of the trail backward, going up to the top, and back at Christmas, when it had become clear that Cory wasn't going to... be along, he'd asked Jason to join him for good wishes or whatever, and he accepted, of course. It would be about all of his son's great adventure that he'd be able to share, and he wasn't going to pass up the chance. Now, with a light daypack on his back -- it was actually an old book bag Duane had used at college -- he turned to follow his son,. He looked at me and smiled sadly. All around us, the reporters were picking up on what was going on. They sensed that Angelo and I knew each other. Throwing caution to the wind, along with my pride, I begged Angelo not to go. Everyone was looking at us. The reporters were filming the whole thing. Angelo took my hands in his and kissed me on the forehead. Then he calmly told me that this was something he had to do. Africans from all over the world were returning to South Africa in droves to. . never mind." "Come on, go on, you made me curious." "Well, lately my husband is always working, and he doesn't seem to have any time or energy left for me. In fact, since I give birth to Gina 2 years ago, he isn't interested in me anymore." "I find that hard to believe! If I had a wife as beautiful as you, I would never keep my hands off of her!" "You're so sweet! Would you like another glass of orange juice?" "Sure, thanks!" "Just sit back and enjoy the sun, I'll be right back!"After about 5. The sharp, tearing sound made them both look down. Laura's shirt was shredded.Now Randi began tearing aggressively at Laura's bra too, but it was harder to get off. She pulled it, and her fingernails scratched Laura's shoulders. Laura raised her hand and smacked it hard into the side of Randi's face again. The palm of her hand glanced off Randi's nose, and blood began to trickle down her upper lip.Randi froze. She raised a hand to her lip, looking at the blood. "Oh god! You horrible fucking.