Where the fuck is she?’ ‘Somewhere safe, leave her alone, and I’m warning you for the last time, get out of my fucking house!’ John’s voice ...raised to an ugly shout. ‘Make me, you pipsqueak motherfucker.’ ‘Remember you asked for this.’ Laurie turned the corner and saw that brute of her ex standing in John’s den, pieces of the broken shutter and window behind him on the floor. Just the sight of him sent a brutal chill down her spine and she dropped to her knees. ‘Leave him alone Fred.’ Her tone. How far willshe push him?"Because I said so." I hated it when my mom would say that to me. WhenI was a little girl, I remember many times she would tell me to dosomething. Wear that pretty dress, go with your Aunt to the mall, comewith me to the beauty parlor. Whatever, it was, I often didn't want todo it, and I tried to talk my way out of it. My mom sometimes wouldhumor me and let me argue for a while, laughing at my creativity andpersistence. But when she wanted to end the debate, she. I had spen the night and my buddy had left with his father for something leaving Marge and I there. She was making breakfast for she and I. The smell, that woman knew how to cook among other things. She was standing there in her cute little shorts, smooth legs on show. Her hard nipples stuck out from her little shirt. Marge was in a great mood and very flirty, more so than normal. We ate and she removed the dishes. Then she said "I am so horny. Are you ready for me to make you a man?" . "How's things with the Emir?" he asked."OK," I said. Harry's got research to do some collection proposals. The Emir's happy with them. He's going to take 14 pieces from us. Some will come from stock but most will be custom collections." I'd expected him to be pleased with the news but it didn't look like he was."Larry," he said, "That's fine. Good news." He moved quickly on, evidently keen to get to what he really wanted to talk about. "Look, I know operations aren't your responsibility but I'm.