The attached garage would work for me as well.I stood in the kitchen just to the left of the door from the garage; when an unsuspecting Victor opened ...the door and took one step in the house, I quickly grabbed his shoulder and put him in a forearm choke hold from his back. Karen just stared at me and then started pounding me on the back with her little fists.She screamed “Let him alone. You are going to hurt him. Who are you?” Ah, that last scream gave it away. Karen was in her “bad girl”. And I'm sure that my pussy must have been as wet as hers when we had dropped to the floor. I sure enjoyed the sweet taste of her pussy that day, well ... not only that day.And since then I can't help it, but my mind always goes back to that game when I'm playing Twister.But for now, let's go on with the game of that day.I was in the better position, because I didn't have to turn my body to place my right hand."Left hand red." Patrick said.I placed my left hand on the fourth red circle. This. I just want to go back to being alive.’ He stared for a long moment, trying to decide if I was being serious or just bullshitting him. I gave him time, letting him look, letting him read me. Finally, he nodded slowly. ‘All right.’ *** The rest of our lunch was thankfully less tense, although there were moments in which either Ian or I fell silent, not knowing what to say. He told me that Erin had just turned twenty. She and her fiancé Ross had gone to Spain for a week to celebrate. I gave him. He could see the wheels going in her head– damn, he thought, she’s figured it out! For a moment he had to grip the chair to keep from fleeing the room. And then she began arranging and rearranging the cards. ‘There is a pattern in these,’ Atka murmured to her friend. After a few moments of shuffling the cards, she began laying them down on the table. Suddenly the hidden beauty of the cards came clear to Dean, and undoubtedly it was clear to Atka as an artistic feature in her conscious mind,.