.. an insult to a great singer).“You’re only half-Jewish, but your mother did convert, so there’s that. Anyway, you’re proud of being part of ...the rabbinical synagogue of Satan? How fitting! It’s okay, this man here is the Antichrist, and you’re evidently his lover. On the other hand, Vince isn’t your legal husband, after all, as your marriage is null and void, so you’re not an adulteress. As for theft, I prefer to think of this as restitution for my lost wages spent in providing for another. “Son, don’t get me wrong, I like that you’re winning, but I don’t give shit number one about your record if you flunk off the team.”“Sir?”“Hughes, have I ever told you to practice more and not pay attention to school?”“No, sir.”“Haven’t I always told you that school’s more important than wrestling?”“Yes, sir.”“Were you listening when I told you that?!”“Um ... yes, sir?”“Well it doesn’t look like it!” He leaned over the desk and almost hit me in the face with my grades. A large vein on his. I slowly turned my gaze towards the doorway.His wife, with grocery bags in her hands, was standing there in awe."What.. the fuck.. is happening here?" His wife gasped.I jumped up, grabbing my shirt off the ground to cover myself. "Oh my gosh.. oh my gosh uhh.. I'm gonna go!" I murmered.He pulled his pants up. "Uhm. Babe.. I didn't know you were going to be home so soon.." No fucking shit." She spat. She threw her purse down and stomped over to me with her hands raised. I flinched, expecting her. Cursing under his breath, he limped to the porch rail, and, curling his fingers under it, lifted mightily until the blood surged away from his cock and into the bulging arm muscles that were now demanding it. In a few seconds he felt his parts soften and relax and he strolled into the house for another glass of tea.Hell, he'd just have to go to Elsie's... Billie or not. At least he could get his ashes hauled by Alicia Shelton and stop thinking about white meat for a while.At five after eight,.