" I said."That's easy," she replied. "Although it's still easier to go to Bob Evans or Crackle Barrel." Maybe," I replied. "It won't taste as good tho...ugh, rest assured. The only thing they have on mine is that Bob Evans has better biscuits. But that's only because we're using those Pillsbury can ones today. If I had the time and ingredients to make my own, you'd never go back to either place." Right," she said."He ain't lying." John replied. "Trust me, he can fucking cook!" Now you know why. She was very feminine with all the floral decor, girly magazines spread out on the coffee table, incense and candles, more Hello Kitty merchandise and cat ordaments. She placed her keys on the kitchen bench and opened up the cupboard above the sink. "OJ and vodka?" She asked, and before I could answer she was already handing me a glass. "Sit on the couch, make yourself comfortable. She kicked her boots off to the front door, and pulled me beside her on the couch."Now then, Rachel... Do you. .. Harcourt, and his friends?” Jack asked. “I made them a promise.”“We will see. You overstepped your power, Mister Terry. I do not need to honor your promise to them. Be thankful your promise was to kine, and not another Kindred, or they would have had claim to a dispute.”Beatrice grinned a little at that. Well, at least Antoinette wasn’t playing favorites with her boy toy.“Yes, yes you’re right. I apologize,” he said.“Lying to the enemy is a part of warfare, Jack Terry. Do not apologize.” She. So whenever they were together he always treated her like shit , Currently he was sitting on her face as she ate his asshole ,his mom Karen was stting on a chair across from him fucking her ass with a cucumber . Ever since he had pissed on her face, he had moved up another level in moms training, Now unless she was outside or going to one of his stepdads business functions , she was always collared,leashed & wearing heels . Like Jane he had made her a rimming expert . As Jack jerked off &.