“Sure is,” Kyle replied. “He usually takes Wednesday afternoon off.”“Come on in,” Andy said, “I’m sure mom’s here.” He nudged Patt...i. “I’ll bet she’s talking to Mr Davidson about her writing.”“Sure she is,” Patti returned with a broad grin.In the kitchen, Maria Fratelli sat with Adam Davidson at the kitchen table. She rose to welcome the visitors. She wore a tight singlet and a very short skirt. Adam was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Drinks and snacks were handed out and the youngsters headed. She peered over the edge and examined the 10 ft. plunge she was about to take. Why am I even doing this, she wondered. Her fifth grade year had started with excitement. The elementary school had replaced the aging playground equipment with brand new heaps of blue and red twisted metal. Meghan was as happy as anyone about trying out the new toys. The new, bright-red fireman pole, however, caused the biggest excitement. When Meghan had first looked at it, the pole seemed to go straight up into. The man went flying over the horse's head and broke his back when he landed. I cut his throat, as I did not want to see him suffer, now that he was no longer a threat.Meanwhile, the wagons were trying to escape and were going much too fast for their top-heavy loads. For some reason, a bump, a rock, who knows, the lead wagon broke a wheel and toppled over. The wagon tongue broke free and the mules were uninjured, but everybody on the wagon was killed in the crash. It was unfortunate that. " I put my arms around her and showed my innocent puppy-dog face while saying, "Are you sure you don't want to stay in here with me babe?" I was implying that I wanted to fuck. "No, I'm gonna go talk to them," she said making her way out of my arms towards the door, stumbling a bit from the wine, and flashed a quick look while saying, "I love you," in her flirty, southern belle voice. I normally wouldn't care about her going out there to talk to them, but she was wearing a skimpy pajama top.