12th July 2019 All Rights Reserved
I swear that those school bitches had better keep their hands to themselves else they are going to get snorted for thinking that our boys are theirs for the taking.
Especially that tart, Samantha. She's the biggest bitch of the lot and has absolutely no shame whatsoever. But if she does not keep her hands to herself, she is going to lose more than a fingernail or two.
She should be worried about losing a tooth of two. Because if she comes after Cole again, that is what is going to happen. I will knock her teeth right out of her dick sucking mouth, no one will want to get anywhere near it, putrid thing it is.
Of course, Jane is always a help trying to calm me down when I get upset. It doesn't always work. But she tries. I am so glad she is my friend. But what Sammy and her dippy friend do all lead to trouble. Not just somewhere, but trouble. And, usually for someone else. Never her. But she will get hers one day. They always do.
I don't know what I would do without Janey, though. Especially when all of a sudden, my biological father and his parents turned up like they did. I was blown away when I saw him in person for the first time. He is more taller than I thought and more muscular. He didn't think I noticed, but when he was not watching me, he was watching Mumma.
I saw sometimes, something like sadness come into his eyes when he looked at my mother. Then I saw what could only be shame. I saw it in his mothers eyes too. Maybe because of what they did that caused my mother to get hurt like she did by her parents.
Now there was a crazy bat if ever there was one. If she was not already dead, I honestly think I would take her out for what she did to my parents.
If that was not enough, having one of that bat crazy grandmother's family come crawling out of the woodwork surprised us all as well. Then, to have the two mad crapholes dump their kids on my mother like they did was unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. I would never do anything like that to one of my own if I ever have any.
I told Cole that I plan on having half a dozen kids. I even had their names all picked out.
I heard about their names from some of the newspaper clippings I read about the families that Mr Kingsley is related to, somehow. I even like his name. I don't know where it came from, but I do remember reading about some stories that were featured years ago about some of our soldiers who fought for our country and returned home, in one way or another.
But the one I remembered was called Knox. His first name was Johnathon. I didn't find out much on him except that he was hurt and tried from the special forces on medical grounds. He settled with a wife or two and a dozen or so kids in the country. But that was all I knew about him.
So, I think Knox is a good name. I might call my oldest one when I have one Knox. I told Cole that and he just looked at me funny like.
Anyway, because of the crazy relatives, mother allowed us to be sent out of the country.
Was that not interesting, I kid you not. Especially when Sonny started to get antsy the closer we got to wherever it was we were heading for. She was really getting upset at one point.
We had flown in late to Sydney and went from the airport straight to the hotel a couple of blocks away. After having a late breakfast the following day, or later that same day since we did arrive after midnight, we climbed back into the plane after it was checked over and once we were cleared, we were off again.
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