Mary hung up the phone ant turned to her sister.Awww Dad.he laughed, You tasted wonderful by the way.Jerry asked.Damn it, she’s trying to tease me! I must change the subject!I glanced up to see a group of guys rushing around the Goldie corner, ebony running in an almost hunched-over manner.Our bigass legs phatass twitched.Shevoin's face twisted in anger as we rose, Ava back in control of her body.They’re already here, Chief.True to her words, Momo’s aggression had robbed Sonja of her strength.I ask of her.The negative emotions, the pain, fear, humiliation, and despair of our prisoners, they are nurtured by that energy and transform into self-sustaining spirits, just like souls and demons.When police and emergency medical responders had arrived on the scene, however, they could tell that someone had forced themselves in through the window by the fire escape and that there was nothing they could do for the young woman.Aaaaand, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop-chop-chop, if I miss the space in between, my fingers will come off! I say to them with the twins now smiling and Belinda standing there stunned.The twins agree.I glance at Dakota, the one that I am concerned with regarding my ‘deal’. She’s smiling now as well.I introduce my assistant, Dakota to the ladies. I introduce Amy as a dear friend.We talk for another half hour before I tell them that we need to be getting back to the hospital to see my wife.All three of the ladies hug me and whisper in my ear, making future promises. I just smile and thank them for the ‘promise’.They head back out to the pool. All bigass three of them are squealing like teenage girls. Then it dawns on me, they may indeed still ebony be teenagers. Something I need to find out before we have a play phatass party and they drink alcohol getting us in trouble. Goldie Fred, I'm ready to go home, I say as we are all getting in the car.He puts the car in gear and we head back home.CHAPTER 4When we got home Dakota announced, Skank alert! Without even looking I knew it was Darleen. There she stood by the front door, arms crossed, tapping her foot, wearing a scowl. Hey there. What’s up? Why did you lock me out of the house.