She never drank, never smoked, never did anything. Maybe it was her Mormon upbringing, maybe it was her lifestyle choices, but whatever it was, it stu...ck with her all the time.Tim wasn't exactly someone one would imagine being a Mormon's best friend. Partying with his friends whenever, he had no issues with drinking, smoking, or fucking whoever was willing. He wasn't a manwhore by any means, but he had had his fair share of women around the school. His good looks, along with his sizable member. .please! I’ll give you the code.’ ‘That’s more like it,’ responded Marco as he called to one of his men, ‘Beppy, get some paper and write it down.’ In a defeated whisper, the husband listed a string of numbers, Beppy faithfully transcribing as instructed, then he sagged back into the chair. The ‘boss’ was looking quizzically at him. ‘How many numbers you got there Beppy?’ ‘Six boss.’ ‘That’s not enough you cheating bastard!’ he shouted at his captive, ‘I know that there should be twelve!’ ‘I. ’ ‘Get out my house.’ Shivvy was standing there, her arms crossed over her chest, staring at the tall man in front of her when she noticed his posture change as he looked behind her at the stairs. ‘Let him in Shivvy, let’s hear what the miserable pile of shit has to say for himself.’ Mitch watched as Lisa walked down the stairs, glaring at him, dressed in a multi coloured striped baggy sweater that hung down almost to her knees and off one shoulder, and the biggest pair of bright green dangly. Damn, Dad she takes my breath away." Easy, Billy," my dad laughed. "She isn't a relative, but she is here to see someone." Just my luck, Dad. I see someone like that and she's with a relative. Who's the lucky guy, Dad?" I asked.Dad started laughing. "It isn't funny, Dad; it's just something about her." I was always able to talk openly with my dad that way. He wasn't just my dad but was probably my best friend. I could tell him anything and he would do his best to help me out. Most sons don't.