"I thought all crazy people went to California. New Jersey's worse." My daughter's not marrying any poor, overmuscled California swim tramp. That's fi...nal," fumed Vic."Tramp!" yelled Phil. "You're the tramp! I teach Olympic swimmers, world-respected young athletes who compete for the highest honors of civilization. You sell booze, degrading every man, woman and child in this nation, pulling down society's standards, creating poverty and filth. You're the tramp, Singleton, and a punk besides.". Collin stared at DeClan "you killed your own father? Leander was a cruel vicious old man but to kill your own flesh and blood, you must be worse then he ever could have been, get out DeClan before I destroy you for I shall, never doubt it." Both DeClan and Collin turned as the door to the study slammed open, "you son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you for striking my daughter" Alex snarled as he strode into the room throwing a punch that sent DeClan flying backwards across his desk.Zara came. As I was driving, I was thinking about the gun and wondering if it still worked so I took a little detour and drove across town to one of our sporting goods stores and went back to the hunting section. I asked Al Banister, the department manager if the store stocked ammo for a .38."No. We don't carry any hand guns or ammo for hand guns at this store. Sorry." No problem. I found an old .38 of my grandfather's that I want to sell. I just wanted to find out if it works first." If that's all you. “I came home from work early because it was really slow last night and Ian texted me. He said he needed to see me, but I knew what he meant.”She fanned herself with her comb. “I get home--we have a little trailer, I mean, for a doublewide it’s pretty little--and who is sitting there but Sammy. Now, Ian is taller than me, but he has a small frame, beautiful eyes--so pretty--and wavy hair; but Sammy, well, Sammy is practically a giant. He’s over six feet and built. Sammy, and I used to work.