"I do not want animals in my house," he said.
"You said I could keep them if I only had one at a time and I kept them in my room."
"That's why I shut the door," Christie quickly added. "It's my fault, really. I wanted to hold it."
The blackbird landed on its uninjured leg at the top of a lampshade by the bed, pooped, and then allowed Danny to catch it. He cradled it to his chest and returned it to the cage.
Steve glanced around the room and at the cage with a look of distaste. "I'm leaving tomorrow. I want this room cleaned by the time I get back. Christie, I need your help with something tonight," he said.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Danny's fists clench. "Of course," she said. "I'll be right in."
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Crap
It's time somebody shoot that subhuman Steve .
sorry everyone
The big bad hero is to busy thinking with the head in his pants to worry about the old sow getting beat to within an inch of her life
Long as he gets to cop a feel here and there he could give a rats ass about the marks on her
every kid owns a baseball bat,, however i think weasel baby is to fucking thick to use one, all he can think about is fucking mommy
I also agree with another comment,, this story keeps jumping all over the fucking map.more...
vengeance
is really, really needed here...
Fantastic story but it's so fucking disjointed.
I enjoy the story but one scene Steve is across the street spying on them then nada, nothing ,then Steve tells her about the fancy "do" he's taking her to, brings in a mink coat then nothing, zilch. Did they ever go to it? Disconcerting to say the least.more...
time to beat the crap out of steve and cripple him for live
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