"Carlos," she declared, "they're alive!" He chuckled again. "Of course, they're alive. You knew that." "But to see them, like that, their tails jerkin...g and thrashing around so frantically, so desperately. It's like they're trying to find dry land, like they're drowning." "They're not drowning," Carlos explained, frowning at Jennifer's ignorance. How could a chick with a dick be so uninformed about such matters? he wondered. "They're swimming, seeking the egg." Jennifer looked confused. "The. " You don't understand," Timothy protested. "God didn't hate Jesus. Myfather hates me. He despises me. He makes fun of me. He hurts me everychance he gets."Hannah shook her head. "No, Skyla," she said evenly, "you're the one whodoesn't understand. Jesus obeyed and honored His Father knowing fullwell that His Father was leading Him to the cross. On the cross theeternity of God's wrath against all the sins of all His people waspoured out upon Him--all the hell that you deserve, and all the hell. I told her how I feel about you. And I'm going to tell her all the hot details, because I think she'll enjoy hearing them. The thing is: I don't have to much to tell her, now do I? Not yet." She stopped for a second, then continued, "So hear me out. I'm all yours for this weekend, and you're all mine. I'll show you things. You told me you enjoyed masturbating, so I will show you things, that you can do to yourself. And I'm going to show you things, you can do with someone else. But then, after. It was getting late. He was beginning to wonder why his wife, Monica was taking so long. He could smell the sweat scent of her perfume beginning to linger in the living room. She always smelled good and looked so inviting regardless what she was wearing. Richard finally decided to see what was keeping her. Monica was busy standing near the bed sorting through her luggage. Richard put his arm around his wife and saw that she was stacking an assortment of panties. ?Honey, we’re going to be late.