“Where’s the hubby, Nancy?” Kelly asked.“He’s being a shithead, as usual,” Nancy replied. “Given our House’s focus, Thanksgiving is ob...served, but more as a training exercise than an actual celebration.”“So he’s training your girls today?” Margo said.“Hell no,” Nancy replied. “The staff handles that. He’s getting his dick sucked by Tomoe, and watching football.”“I get the feeling you have a lot more in common with us than with him,” Harry said.“Undoubtedly! He and I are an example of a political. "Help yourselves," Chefsaid.About half of the women took places at the table, often with theirkids on either side, with the other half of the residents sitting onthe couch and other chairs further away in the room. Dee filled platesfor those women who couldn't bear to leave their corner. Chef followedhis own rules, never making prolonged eye contact, although he did hisglance-smile-look away with Linda more than once. Her kids reallyseemed to enjoy themselves, and often looked up happily at. Nobody took the music too seriously; the crowds were there mostly to party.Weed everywhere. The private security teams — made up of cops who flew in from all over the country — mostly ignored it. They were concerned with underage drinking, fights, the usual stuff.Downtown Sturgis had been transformed. Almost all of the businesses closed up shop and rented out their stores for the ten days. Vanessa shook her head, “It’s all tattoos, tee shirts, piercing, souvenirs.”Walker was gob-smacked the. On that day, I decided to introduce her to weed.We smoked and did our workout that day. She was enjoying the high, and I enjoyed touching her. She kept losing her balance and wanted support while doing a few exercises. She enjoyed herself a lot that day. She said someday we should smoke up and discuss life. I replied definitely, and we both went home.The next day as I was about to reach my terrace, I heard someone call me on the last floor. It was from Avni’s home. She asked me to come in for a.