They are agents of chaos and destruction and I hate them for it. I pity any fool who gives away his love, his money or his trust to a bitch. What I r...eally hate about bitches is their total lack of remorse and accountability for their actions when they are caught. A bitch will murder the smallest and most vulnerable members of the human community yet will not take responsibility for it or accept punishment for such actions. Bitches are worse than bastards. No doubt about it. The very worst. I didn't mind, since I wasn't trying to be macho. After all I was the mother of two. One of my kids was a son 12 and the other was a daughter 14."So how are the kids?" he asked. I spent the next hour talking about the kids and even the business. I was beginning to really relax after that hour."So how is retirement?" I asked."I have done better things," he replied. "It does beat doing this every day." You never did this everyday," I said."True, you have done much better with the business than I. The first to arrive at the table after me was Joan.“Do you mind?” she asked as she settled opposite me.“No? Are you going to be a regular with us?”“No. Yes. Maybe. I haven’t seen Rebeca all through break. I don’t know.” I thought that was an interesting perspective. Perhaps she’d know when Rebeca arrived? It made no difference to me because Rachel slid in next to me and leaned over to plant a kiss on my cheek.“Miss me?” she cheerfully asked.“Yeah. You?”“Oh yeah. We’re going to have so much fun. I've never done that either, Oh god that's so hot Catherine." I've been watching too much porn." I laughed."We all watch porn. I'm probably as guilty as you." He said thoughtfully as he stared into my eyes. I knew he wanted to fulfil my fantasy but was afraid to speak out of respect, so I grasped the moment and blurted it out in plain English."Marc, will you give me a facial? It would be such a waste not to make use of all that semen, and I'm dying to suck your cock. I promised you." I said,.