Direct foul language kind of catches you off guard and complexes you. "W-what do you mean 'barebacked'?" What do I mean? Get fucked, reamed, nailed, w...hatevered by her from behind! She must have a monster of a cock!" Ehh... you're wishing to have sex with the president?" Who wouldn't? Don't tell me, you don't want to get smashed by her!"As he jumps onto a bed and hugs a pillow in a demonstrating way, you are lost for words and can't seem to be able to answer. As he notices that he goes on: "Or. He can’t believe she’d humiliate him in front of his son and strangers. What bothers him more is the implication she knows all about his little secret affairs. Finally he looks at Kyle and asks, “Are you ready to go?”“Give me one second,” Kyle replies. He goes to the telephone and contacts Mr Warden at the funeral home. He advises the man they’re leaving for the morgue while he makes sure of the directions. When he finishes Kyle walks to his bedroom and returns with the Colt forty-five plus two. Taylor frantically with a last ?PHRAPP? squeaky high pitched fart said, ?UHMMM, Sir it is not what this looks like I swear? Oh Shit? Taylor exclaims. Exactly nodding his head with seething anger and a quest for a horrible revenge. The late teen brown haired coed was in for her day or night of reckoning this bone chilling Halloween Night.?The former stern teacher had been sipping his drink when her heard the sound of wood cracking out on his Victorian homes porch. It had been a typical. " "Can I tell you something?" Ritchie spoke like there was someone in the back seat, and he didn't want them to hear. "You can't tell anyone." "What is it?" I was intrigued to find out where this was going."Promise." I promise." I crossed my heart."I've got to tell someone, and I think it's fate that we met tonight. Do you believe in fate?" Yes, yes I do!" I wanted to scream, "What the fuck is it?" but refrained from doing so."I feel I can talk to you."'For fux ache!'"A couple of months ago Jo.