"She just needed to crash and why aren't you atwork?" It's lunch, and we were working nearby so I stopped in," Armando startedto say."Get the fuck bac...k to work before I dump your lazy wetback ass and theydeport you again," yelled Melissa, hitting him with her purse as he racedout past her while she continued scolding him. "I'll deal with yourbullshit when I get back home tomorrow, but right now I need to deal withher, and you need to go earn a fucking dollar for a change." I didn't.... I mean. The change in the field was marked. Although it was still marshy it was by no means as bad as it had been. I told Colmgil to give it a week or two and then to check and see how it looked. He was less sceptical now of my idea, having seen the amount of water that had seeped into the drains.While we were sitting having a lunch of cold meat and bread I asked Colmgil about bees."Does anyone keep bees around here Colmgil?" Keep bees, my Lord, isn't that something that churchmen do to pass the time?". Another disturbing thought crossed his mind...he had wanted Brandon tocontinue doing it. Chris had almost been there and just as he wasreaching that point Brandon slid out of him. He couldn't tell evenhimself what "being there" meant nor could he describe the sensations hewas feeling. What he felt now was a void and tension like nothing he hadever experienced. Not only that but nothing happened that probablyhadn't happened a thousand million times before to real girls except theylost. After that i spent the next few years earning money by selling my hole. One day i was with a client that he told me he had cancer, he told me he had two months to live. He was filthy rich and no one to inherit the money. He said he would give me the money and it would help me out. He gave me a check of 10 million dollars. It was the first thing that could help me in my revenge. After the man died, i moved to a different country. I had a plastic surgery. I couldnt have anyone know me. I also got.