’ ‘Probably wouldn’t have to if you wrote that white man pain bullshit.’ ‘Right!’ she lowers her voice, and makes a frown. ‘My life is j...ust so hard. My girlfriend dumped me and then I saw her favorite flower. Reminded me of this time she gave me a blow job. Now I’ll never have that again. Let me just go kill myself.’ Her voice changes back to normal and she makes a popping sound, ‘And just like that you have a New York Times’ Bestseller and winner of a fucking million awards.’ We laugh and. They were both big campers, mom usually went with them but lately seemed to have lost interest in family outings.Before long they were close enough they could have seen their house if the snow hadn't been coming down so hard. They finally made it to the front porch and dad was surprised to see lights on in the house, downstairs and upstairs... it was well after midnight. He found his key and had the front door open and the two of them stepped inside. As he removed the foul weather gear, he saw. I smiled at her. Hello, honey. She hugged me and kissed my cheek. Its great to see you Lara, she said. I could feel her boobs on mine. I could tell she wasnt wearing a bra underneath that top. But she didnt need to, because her tits, theyre just lovely. They not huge, and she isnt flat either. Id say she has a B or C cup. We went and sat in the living room. We were quiet for a few minutes, but then, Ellen finally opened her mouth and spoke: Lara, I need your advice. I dont know who else to ask. "I laughed and said, "So I lied! Give it a few minutes."Jack continued, "Perhaps you should have..."He lapsed into unconsciousness, I looked at the Butterbar and asked, "Are you ready?"He asked, "What can I do?"I answered, "First we need to clean the hell out of our hands." I pulled a bottle of vodka out of the UOP, opened the lid, poured some on my hands and motioned to the Butterbar to hold out his hands. As he did, I poured some over his hands and he asked, "Why are you using vodka?"I took a.