‘Oh?’ cut in Helen, ‘You want him to resign?’ Kris nodded simply. ‘And I can get him to do that, I also want him gone Mr Petersen. Out of my... home and my life. You are just the person to help me do that.’ Helen continued with a pleasant smile. Kris thought about his next move. ‘I think the tape should be more than enough to do that for you?’ ‘True. But I don’t just want him gone. I want him hurt. He’s hurt me with this, I think he deserves the same in return don’t you?’ she replied with mock. My brother doesn't even pay any attention to such things because all he is interested in is getting laid. It is really sickening to listen to him and his loser friends talking about "pussy" this and "pussy" that and I know for a fact both he and his nerdy friends were not scoring any ass that I knew about.I have just recently returned from Penn State after graduating "cum laude" with lots of student loans and no prospects for any employment in the area. I was reluctant to strike out on my own. Still worked in the woods and was gone alot. she took care of the house and k**s, from what i remember of her. So Phil and i headed over to steves on the wheeler, packs on our back with our shorts inside. At the time we were starting into drinking and experimenting with weed so we also had tucked away a few joints in the bag for after. steve lived on a farm with a very long driveway, you couldnt see the house from the road at all. As we took the last turn to the driveway we could see. I liked the morning sun in my face. Sometimes, for a change of scenery, I’d sit in front of the Buffalo and watch the Market Street traffic from the other side.The Buffalo had around ten sporting ladies, a step down in quality from the ones across the street. Not that I didn’t indulge myself upstairs from time to time. Bisbee wasn’t surprised that I paid his whores — word had spread around town about that particular quirk. Turning down free pussy in order to pay for it. The working girls.