He looked at my tits for a few seconds, then leaned forward and opened his mouth, running his tongue across my hard nipples. His hands went to my crot...ch, and I could feel his shake fingers move across my pussy. His touch was like a jolt to my nervous system, as if someone had mistaken my cunt for an electric socket. I pushed him away and stood. I reached down and grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head, then released the catch on my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I stood. And everything worked out great." OK. So, we'll tell Sara that's what you want. But calling her a bitch isn't going to help anything." All right. I won't call the bitch that to her face."We went down the hall and I knocked on the door."Who is it?" It's Jack. I want to get some clothes for tomorrow." Come in."I opened the door."And I want my dog. Come 'ere, Bozo."He was lying on the bed near Sara. He glanced up at Jill, then lay back down."JEESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Now you've stolen my dog. First. He’d never thought he’d get married again after Rosa died and he raised Maggie the rest of the way on his own. But that changed when he met Kate.“How’s Brad feel about it?” he asked.“The same.” She was relieved that her father seemed to be taking it all in stride.“So, what are you going to do?” he said. “You’re still technically married. And you are living in different time zones.”“I know. We have to work that out.”“Well,” Ethan said, rising up from his desk. “Sounds like you two have your work. I don't think he ever got to see her true behavior when he was around. She put this nice face and attitude, but as soon as my dad was far away enough not to hear what she told me, then it would spew out of her.She kept telling me that I was worthless, a freeloader, a punk, ugly, and generally unattractive. None of this was true. I was very popular with women and held down a job while attending college. Sure I did not pay rent to my dad, but he did not pay for much more than rent and food for.