My eyes were bloodshot and there were bags underneath them. My pretty new outfit, a total loss, torn and covered in dried blood and sticky duct tape r...esidue.I set about quickly repairing my makeup as best as I could. When I finally emerged I was still a nightmare vision compared to my normal self. As I came out daddy was still eating his breakfast, so I set about cleaning up the mess from the night before. There were beer bottles everywhere and empty shot glasses as well. An empty bottle of. You let out a slight scream and I start to move myself in and out of you, my hands on your hips pushing you into me.A quick knock at the door and a voice asks "Is everything ok in there? I heard a scream"I keep moving and gently whisper to you, "you best answer unless you want to be caught" You manage to answer as I pick up the rhythm, almost blanking your mind, "I just stood on a hanger... everything.. everything is fine"A reply of "Ok sorry to bother you" comes from behind the door.The. You are so predictable, cream of mushroom soup. You love mushroom soup and I can’t help but giggle. Every waiter and waitress in this restaurant knows you like their mushroom soup, I guess the garlic bread they bring with it helps too. I ordered a grilled mushroom salad, I guess I like mushrooms too. We finish our starters and sip more wine. I look deep into your eyes, moving the candle out of the way. Fuck you look good, your light brown eyes look amazing with the candle flickering from the. ”“Mister Barton,” I said, “we truly appreciate the gift.”“I’ll do my first solo in it when I get my student license,” Terri said.“All of us,” Rachel added. “You’ve been our grandpa...”“Thank you, sweetie. See, Patty? These’ve been my Alabama girls...”She gave him the pills he asked for. We slid silently away as he dozed off.Mizz Patty saw us to the door.“Mizz Patty,” Cindy said, “if his giving us that plane’s gonna cause heartache...”“Darlin’,” she said. “That old man’s been my husband for.