"Nice to see you, Ken," Tonya added, reducing any sting with a friendlysmile, and I briefly met her dancing eyes. My eyes followed her as sheperkily ...moved towards the kitchen, and Marla archly observed, "You likethat, don't you?"I quickly retuned my focus to her, guiltily, but found her grinningindulgently. "That's OK, I know who you belong to." Devoitedly and delightedly," I responded and then observed, "We both likethat, yes?"Marla feigned shock, "Why you pervert!" and we both laughed. . Either that or he was a n*********ac. I hate guessing games. I would have punched the little twat in the balls.Life isn’t a fucking fairy tale and I aint no princess. But somehow the pervy bastard always gets to fuck the girl. Only it’s not in the highest room of the tallest tower. It’s usually in hotel rooms. With the girl slammed up against the door. And it’s not her finger she wants pricking. It’s her horny little cunt. She isn’t looking for happy ever after, she looking for here and. Lacey then began to cry. She looked at me and then to Rob and said between her tears, “Thank you both so much, I have never felt more loved and without you two, I know that I wouldn’t be here today, you saved my life and have given me hope.” Lacey just broke down into tears and sobbed and sobbed. “I love you Lacey, we love you Lacey," I said as I reached across and patted and caressed her back. Lacey said, “I love you too, so much, I am so happy!” Then she kissed me before she closed her eyes,. Are you Jason James, the photographer?’ ‘Guilty.’ ‘I am Maggie MacDuff. Sorry about my comments about the bridges and the frogs.’ ‘No problem. The bridges set was a commission for an architectural firm. They are sold. The frogs, well I admit I am a bit overly fascinated by them.’ ‘An old witch is approaching you.’ ‘Ah, I see you know her. Hello old witch.’ ‘Be nice to me or I will turn you into a butt plug. You have to be nice to me anyway, I just bought the dirty pictures. Hi Maggie, how are.