“RAM UP SON! You can’t keep running away from challenges! You can’t wandering off in some silly dream land! You are a RAM, ACT LIKE ONE!”
// Terrance’s dad, Bryan have been leader of the flock many times, the time of challenge is important to him and he never says no to one and he does well to try and teach his children that, Terrance is the only one that won’t even TRY to stand up for himself. He has landed into more trouble than most for not being a strong sheeptaur. Weaklings are not often tolerated.
Well, he did know her but he didn’t recognize the person that she’d become. She was different.
Tony couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, but it’s like he woke up one morning and the person he fell head over heels in love with over the course of the past couple of years was just gone. She was different. The kind of different that he couldn’t put his fingers on.
For the past few weeks now, she’s been snapping at anyone who dared to breathe too close to her. At work, she remained professional and got the job done flawlessly. She was great at what she does- incredible even but that’s as far as it went. Tony was certain that he wasn’t the only one sensing the change in his wife. Their co-stars were starting to become alert too and when asked on the side by their closest friends if he knew what was going on with his wife, he had no answer.
Tony was past concerned at this point. He was worried. Kerry is literally a cinnamon roll wrapped in a ball of sunshine. She’ll be that one person on set who’s smiling and keeping it together after sixteen long hours of shooting when everybody else is beat. This sudden change in her was the exact reason why it was so disconcerting. Nowadays, when she didn’t have work to use as a blanket, Kerry (the cinnamon roll, the ray-of-sunshine) was often miserable, moody, sad, even bitchy at times.
Something wasn’t right. His KerBear wasn’t acting like herself and the guilt was gnawing at his stomach. Tony wasn’t sure if it was something he did and if it was, he didn’t know how to fix it because lately, he couldn’t even talk to Kerry for more than two minutes without having her snapping at him for one reason or another and wanting his head on a silver platter. In all honesty, it felt like whatever was wrong with her was all on him and he was failing as a husband because he couldn’t get to the root of the problem. She wasn’t ready to talk about whatever it was and if there’s one thing Tony knew for sure, it’s that he’d quicker have his balls shoved down his throat, before he forced Kerry to talk about anything she wasn’t ready to discuss.
He’s always joking about how that trait was something she shared in common with Olivia Pope, the character she plays on Scandal. Now, he wasn’t so sure that he liked that because for the first time in a very long time, Anthony Goldwyn found himself utterly helpless. He wanted his wife back but he wasn’t sure how to get her back.
Today was Sunday and they were currently at her parent’s house for dinner. Her parent’s house was relaxing and given that she had a great relationship with them, Tony thought that it might be exactly what she needed to snap out of whatever funk she was in.
They hadn’t even been at her parent’s for more than an hour when she blew up on.
“You had one job! One job… I asked you to do one thing for me and you couldn’t even do that!” She fumed at him as she furiously searched through Isa’s bag for a pacifier to quiet down the crying toddler.
He’d forgotten the wipes and Isa was currently in need of a diaper change.
“Give her to me.” She snapped her fingers at him. Literally.
“No.” Tony said as he continued to bounce the crying toddler in his arms.
“Anthony, I don’t have time for this.” She huffed, impatiently. “Give her to me so I can clean her.”
“I got her.” Tony replied. It was one thing for her to be upset about something and not want to talk about it. But it was another thing when she was being a straight up bitch about it to everyone. Tony could take her wrath, he could and he has so far without so much of a complaint. But there was a limit to her bitchiness and he was close to his limits with her. “Clearly you’re upset about something and right now, I need you to go- take a minute and just let it out cause you’re being a-”
He hadn’t even finished when she took the words out of his mouth. “A what? A bitch?” She let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “Great. Just what our child needs to hear you call her me in front of her. Nice one asshole.” She walked out of the guest bedroom, slamming me the door behind her, hard.
Dinner was a tense affair and awkward as hell. If it wasn’t for Isa and her cute little blabbering enthralling her grandparents, all hell would’ve broken loose.
“I’m still not sure who she looks like the most.” Kerry’s mother said as she played with Isa’s hair. “Most days, I could swear you spit that child out.” She addressed her daughter before looking at Tony. “… and then on days like today, I look at my grand baby and all I see is you, Anthony.”
“Well, she is a daddy’s girl.” Tony boasted proudly.
At that same instant, Isa begin babbling, and smiling like the happy child she was. She was such a good baby; absolutely nothing bothered her. As long as she was fed, clean and well rested and taken cared of, she was the most laid-back baby known to earth. Such a cute cinnamon roll. Just like her mother.
“Yes you are, baby girl.” Tony cooed. “Aren’t you, lil munchkin?”
She smiled even wider, her little teeth the cutest thing you’d ever see in your lifetime as she bounced in her high chair. She was stuffed with her grandma’s famous blended sweet potatoes. Absolutely stuffed and so damn happy.
Tony picked her up from her high chair and put her on his lap. He bounced her on his lap while pretending to eat her chubby little face. Isa laughed and cried, wiggled and surrendered when her father then begin to tickle her tummy. “Tell nana you’re a daddy’s girl baby. Tell nana.”
For the first time since they arrived at her parent’s, Kerry finally cracked a smile. Isa loved her daddy and with reasons too, because Anthony was a damn great father. It’s one of the many things Kerry didn’t have to worry about with this man. He was a great man, an amazing father and an incredible husband. And she felt so shitty for the way she’s been treating him lately. No matter what was going on with her, he didn’t deserve to be treated that way by her, but even though she knew that, for some reason, she couldn’t seem to make herself stop being such a huge… urgh! …
After dessert, Tony and Kerry’s dad had retreated to the living room with Isa to catch a college football game which left Kerry in the kitchen with her mother doing clean up and washing the dishes.
“Dinner was interesting.” Kerry’s mother pointed out subtly as she handed her daughter a clean dish to dry off.
Kerry swallowed. She knew this was coming. Her mother’s observant of everything but for just this once, she wished her mother didn’t bring up her supervisions.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t pick up on that.” Kerry mumbled under her breath.
She could feel her mother poking a hole into her and when she finally looked up, the elder woman was indeed staring at her.
“What’s going on with you?” Her mom asked.
Kerry placed the dry dish in the cabinet where it belonged, doing anything to avoid making eye contact with her mother. “I’m fine.” She replied. “Everything is fine.”
Kerry almost laughed at herself. She was an actor for a living for crying out loud and she couldn’t even make herself sound convincing to her mother. Nothing was fine. She was the most miserable she’s been in a long time.
“Stop what you’re doing right now.” Her mother said, her voice firm and commanding.
Kerry dropped the clean, white towel on the counter and took a deep breath.
“Sit down.” Her mother then instructed.
She pulled a stool from behind the counter and sat down. Hands over her face, it was all Kerry could do not to burst into tears. Then she felt her mother’s loving touch on her shoulders and a kiss to her forehead.
“You forgot that I carried you for nine months, child.” Her mom spoke softly, running her fingers through her hair. “I’ve known you since before I knew you; since before I even knew what you looked like, baby girl. You cannot fool your own mother, sweetie.”
Kerry’s shoulders shook with tremors as the dam broke and a burst of tears begin flowing down her face.
“What’s going on with you, baby?” Her mom asked again. “And don’t you dare "I’m fine” me, Kerry Marissa.“
It took her a minute but eventually, Kerry wiped her tears and looked up at her mother. "He’s gonna divorce me, mom.” She said, dejectedly.
Kerry loved her mom, truly, she did. The woman was caring, sympathetic, but she wouldn’t hold back her tongue for anybody, for she was blatantly honest. Even as she stroked her hair soothingly, her mother harbored no judgement on her face like most mothers would but her words were very straight forward.
“With the way you’ve treating him lately, if I were him, I’d divorce you too.” Her mom said.
Kerry winced. Just because it was true didn’t mean she wanted to hear it. “Mom!” She cried. “You’re not helping.”
Her mom raised a hand in surrender and shrugged. “I’m just saying.” The elder woman said.
Kerry’s shoulders sagged and she took a defeated breath. “No you’re right. I’d divorce me too.” She cleared her throat and sniffled. “I’ve been miserable to be around. I’ve been so mean to him and he doesn’t deserve it.”
“So why don’t you just… stop?” Her mom asked.
That was easier said than done.
She couldn’t. She didn’t know how.
“I don’t know how.” Kerry replied. “I’m so angry all the time now. And when I’m not angry, I’m a saggy vagina.”
More than a little amused at the last part, the elder woman was also heartbroken to hear her daughter having such a hard time and all judgement aside, she was truly worried about her daughter. What if it was something really terrible that was wrong her child? What if… what if? Nope. She couldn’t start drawing conclusions. She wouldn’t.
“Tell your mother what’s really wrong.” The woman begged of her child.
Looking into her mother’s eyes, Kerry could see the sadness that reflected there, as well as the worry. And so she told her mother everything, from beginning to end. And by the time Kerry left her parent’s house, her mood was much improved.
“Talk to your husband.” Her mother had advised as Tony secured their baby in her chair in the back of the Rover.
“I will.” Kerry promised.
And with a kiss and a hug to both of her parents, they all said their goodbyes before they hit the road for an hour and a half drive back home. …
The hour and a half drive was quiet. Isa had long passed out, peacefully asleep in the back of the car with her pacifier in her mouth fifteen minutes into the drive back home. So now, it left the two of them with the radio playing at a low volume in the background.
Tony was trying to respect the fact that his wife needed her space but it was so hard to sit in a car with her for this long without talking to her. Without touching her hand. Without laughing with her about silly things. Tony missed the closeness they used to share and it saddened him that his wife wouldn’t talk to him about whatever was bothering her.
When they got home, it was about eleven o'clock and with Isa already asleep, bed time was easier to get done. As soon as Tony unlocked the door, Kerry carried the toddler to her room, gave her a wipe bath and changed her into a cute little onesie to keep her warm and comfortable throughout the night.
Half hour later, she finally mastered up the courage to go into their room and when she came in, Tony was getting ready for bed. Kerry stood at the door frame of their adjoined bathroom and watched as he performed his nightly routine. In a pair of fleece pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt, he looked sexy as sin brushing his teeth. For a few minutes, Kerry let herself get lost in the flexing of his arms with each movement; the way his butt looked so shapely and delicious in those pajamas and his jaw. God, his jaw. He was rocking a sexy stubble lately that was making her feel unholy things and it was even a bigger sin that her bitchiness hasn’t allowed her to test how it would feel in certain places. Mainly between her thighs.
She missed him. But why couldn’t she open her mouth and tell him exactly that? Kerry didn’t know.
She must’ve stared too long because he caught her in the mirror and he gave her a small smile in return. His eyes were so expressive and she could see so many emotions behind them as well as their pleas to talk to him.
“Did you need something?” Tony asked.
This was Kerry’s window to start a conversation if she wanted to and she was so close to doing the right thing. So close to following her mother’s advice but like a damned coward would, she bit her tongue and cussed herself silently under her breath. “No.” She replied. “Are you about done? I need to take a shower.”
Tony continued to stare at her through the mirror and when he saw it in her face that she still wasn’t ready to talk to him, he blinked at her before bending down to rinse the toothpaste out of his mouth. He then gargled some mouthwash before rinsing his mouth again. Now all fresh and minty, he ran his wet fingers through his hair before turning around to face her.
“All yours.” He told her on his way out.
“Fuck!” Head hung back, Kerry closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath. He was pissed off. She could hear it in his voice, she could see it behind his eyes and she wished it was easy for her to have the conversation that she needed to have with him. She was scared that everything would change between them once she told him.
Kerry took purposely long in the bathroom.
She cleaned, she shaved, and she took extra long in the shower in an effort to avoid her husband. She thought that if she took long enough in the bathroom, by the time she got out, Tony would be passed out asleep and they could delay the inevitable for just a little bit longer.
Except for one thing though… her husband was onto her. He knew her way too well.
When Kerry got out of the bathroom, she was all moisturized and she smelled heavenly in a silky black and grey robe. All the lights in the room were off with the exception of the lamp on Tony’s bedside table. He was lounged in bed, one hand propped behind his neck and a book in the other hand with his glasses on his nose, engrossed in whatever piece of literature he was reading. Though as soon as he sensed her presence, he was alert and his attention was fixed on her.
“You plan on coming to bed tonight?” He asked jokingly.
Kerry chuckled anxiously. “Soon. I have a load of laundry I need to get done.”
Tony raised his eyebrows at her with a look that said “are you kidding me?” He looked at the clock on the wall for the time and frowned even harder. “Kerry, it’s almost one o'clock in the morning.”
“I’m aware.” Kerry replied.
“You’re aware?” Tony repeated. “Are you kidding me?”
“I am not.” Kerry sassed. She knew it wasn’t a rhetorical question but she figured if she made their problem about her doing laundry at almost one o'clock in the morning then they wouldn’t have to have the real conversation about what was truly bothering her.
“Do it another day.” Tony reasoned.
“There’s no other day. We’re busy all week.” She said.
Pissed off, Tony took his glasses off and placed them along with his book on the nightstand table. “What’s your problem?” He asked.
“My problem?” Kerry raised her eyebrows.
“Yes!” Tony snapped. “What is your problem? You’ve been insufferable these past few weeks, and I’ve taken all the mood swings with no complaints but it stops right now, Kerry. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing!” Kerry seethed.
“Well, I don’t fucking believe you!” Tony bellowed.
“Lower you voice. You’re gonna wake the baby up.” Kerry chastised. “I don’t wanna talk about.”
“Was it something I did?” Tony stood up from the bed and begin walking towards his wife. “If it’s something I did, please tell me so I can fix it. Whatever it is, just tell me how to fix it and I will.” He reached for Kerry’s hand and she tensed up at his touch. “Goddamn it!” He seethed with frustration.
“IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU!” Kerry shouted. “Not everything is about you!”
And then the most terrifying thing happened after that. The damn dam broke again and she burst into loud, horrible sobs. Tony, completely petrified didn’t know what to do so he just stood there with his hands at his side, feeling utterly confused and helpless. His wife was crying. He didn’t know why and he sure as hell didn’t know what to do. He didn’t see this one coming. She was crying. He’d pushed her too far.
“It’s not fair!” She burst again. “I’m too young for this shit.”
Now she was scaring the shit out of him even more.
Adrenaline kicked in and he closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around her. “What is it baby? Are you sick?”
When she didn’t reassure him immediately that she in fact wasn’t sick, Tony started freaking out even more. “Oh God…” His heart started hammering in his chest as his mind begin drawing up worse case scenarios. What if it was… What if…? No. It couldn’t be. “Whatever it is we’ll get through it together, baby. It’s okay.”
Kerry looked up him and she could see the panic in his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat and she gasped. Did he think…? Oh no. “It’s nothing like that.” She said quickly.
Tony gasped and once the reassurance settled that it wasn’t something severe, he wrapped her up in his arms tighter and kissed his wife’s forehead. “Thank God.” He whispered as he repeatedly kiss the crown of her head. “Thank God.”
Kerry wrapped her arms around him just as tightly and for a moment, she allowed herself to just breathe into her husband’s scent. She missed him so much. She missed being held in his arms like this and the feeling at the moment was enough to bring more tears into her eyes. So what if everything does change? Being held in his arms at this very moment, Kerry had a feeling that even if everything were to change after what she’s about to tell him, they’d be just fine. At least she hoped they would be. They love each other too much not to be.
“So what is it?” Tony asked again.
“I was late a couple of weeks ago and at first I thought that I might be…” Kerry watched a light switch on in his eyes and her heart broke again into a million pieces of sharp glass that then proceeded to tear apart her very soul. This is exactly why she didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to see this light shining in his eyes only to shatter his hope and happiness when she told him that she wasn’t.
And as if he could sense what was coming, the light disappeared just as quickly as it had came. “It’s okay baby.” Tony said reassuringly as he stroke his wife’s hair.
Kerry buried her face in his neck as the tears came flooding back again full force. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“Hey, look at me.” Tony demanded. He grabbed a fistful of her curls and ever so gently pulled her head back so he could look into her chocolate brown eyes. “Baby, look at me.”
Kerry did and God bless him, he was smiling, putting on what she guessed was a brave face for her. “I’m not mad. I’m not disappointed. I love you and our little munchkin and you have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. Do you hear me?”
She nodded but deep down, Kerry’s heart was still breaking. “Realistically at thirty-nine years old, I’d be lying if I said that I was ready for another baby… that I wanted another one. But when my period didn’t come, I started getting used to the idea, you know? Being pregnant again and I thought we could make it work. I was happy about it and then I went to the doctors… nothing.”
“Oh mama, why wouldn’t you just tell me?” Tony asked.
Kerry rolled her eyes at him as she wiped her face with the back of her hands. “Because it’s sooo attractive to tell your husband you’re a dried-up prune?”
What came next, Kerry hadn’t expected it. Instead of horror and disgust like she had been so sure she would see on his face when she told him that she was premenopausal, this goofy idiot burst into a fit of laughter so coarse, so loud and so utterly unlike anything Kerry’s ever heard come out of his mouth as tears begin to coat the corner of his eyes.
Kerry had never been more confused in her life. Why was this so funny to him. Did he not register a word of what she just told him?
“Did you hear me?” Kerry asked.
Tony held his stomach as his laughter subsided. “I did hear you, baby.”
“What part about me being a dried-up prune is funny to you, exactly?” She asked.
He started laughing again. Kerry was so puzzled but his laughter was so contagious and suddenly, she found herself laughing with him too and then it all became so obnoxiously stupid to Kerry that she was worried for nothing.
“Stop laughing. It’s not funny!” She chastised, hitting his chest.
Tony swallowed and pecked her lips. “You’re right. It’s not funny.” He said. “This is a very serious matter and we’re gonna talk about it.” Even as he said it, he couldn’t say it with a straight serious face.
“Do you want a divorce?” Kerry asked seriously. “Cause I’ll understand if you do-”
She didn’t get to finish because her man had took the liberty upon himself to shut her the hell up by gripping a tight fistful of her hair in his hand and bending her head back before devouring the ever loving fuck out of her mouth until she became dizzy with his taste. His tongue fucked her mouth into oblivion with a hunger so carnal that Kerry could feel her whole body come alive right then and there in his arms as she moaned into his mouth. Her every limbs were turning into melted chocolate.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Tony whispered breathlessly against her lips. “Why would you think I’d want a divorce?”
Ever since she got back from her doctor’s appointment a few weeks ago, she’s been going crazy, researching a bunch of nonsense on the internet about early on-set menopause that proves to be actually all myths. “What if our sex life becomes boring?” Kerry questioned. “What if we become these couples that only do it like twice a year out of obligation and then in time, you can’t even get it up because you don’t find me attractive anymore? And don’t you dare start laughing, Anthony! This is serious.”
Tony bit the inside of his mouth to keep his amusement at bay. This was serious. She had fears that she needed to express and he needed to hear her and make those fears go away. “You silly woman.” He shook his head. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are? You walk into a room and my dick gets hard.” He told her. “There’s no way our sex life will become like that.”
“How do you know that?” Kerry asked.
Tony framed her face in his palms and looked deeply into her chocolate brown eyes. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to him and Tony didn’t even think she knew it. “Your fears are your fears and so are your insecurities and right now, I’m not gonna stand here and tell you that they are invalid or silly because that would be a big ass lie.” He shook his head. “What I can tell you though is that I know you.” He continued. “I know your body and whatever changes it’s going through right now, it’s not gonna stop me from loving you. If anything, I’m gonna love you more tomorrow than I love you right now and I’m gonna enjoy re-learning the way your body works. I’m gonna enjoy finding out new things that makes you beg and moan and lose your fucking mind. I’m gonna enjoy learning new ways to pleasure you, baby. The prospect of all that is fucking exciting to me and that is how I know that our sex life will never get boring.”
Tears brimmed behind Kerry’s wife as she looked into her husband’s blue eyes. He was such an incredible man and she didn’t know what she had done right in this lifetime to deserve him. But by God was she ever grateful. “I love you, so much.” She said, shaking her head in amazement. Sometimes, she felt so filled with that love, she didn’t know how to breathe and right now was one of those times.
“I love you too, sexy.” He grinned down at her before leaning in to kiss her lips.
Unlike their previous kiss, this one was just a lingering touch of their lips together in which all their love for each other was translated. Kerry clung to him tightly as her fingers tangled through his curls and she couldn’t help smiling against his lips.
“So no divorce?”
Even after they pulled away, their foreheads remained connected. “No divorce.” Tony replied, smiling. “Nice try though, but you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He pecked her cute little button nose. He then grabbed her hands in his and entwined their fingers together. “You gonna be okay, mama?” He could still see the sadness that remained behind her eyes and Tony wanted to know with absolute certainty that she was going to be alright. And if she wasn’t going to be, that was fine too. He wanted to know what he could do to help.
But Kerry nodded. She was okay now and in time, she’ll be great. Though the anger she had been feeling for these past few weeks have now diminished, she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t still saddened by the whole thing. “I’ll be fine.” She reassured him. “It’s just that it was nice having the option… knowing that I could still… you know, I liked it.”
“Look at me.” Tony demanded.
She does and when he could truly see through her, he spoke again: “Like I told you before, I’m not disappointed. Nothing’s changed between us and I need you to believe that, okay?” Kerry nodded and he continued. “I want you to know that I’m happy with just you and Isa. You guys are enough for me. But if down the road, there comes a time when you do want to expend our family, I want you to know that I will be over the moon with that decision and that there are other ways we can make it happen.”
He was unreal. Kerry would’ve sworn so if she didn’t know him as intimately as she does. “You’re unreal.” She told him.
Tony shrugged. “We’re a team mama, and I want what you want. Always” He simply said. “And look on the bright side: now we can start fucking like jack rabbits everywhere without having to worry about my super sperms knocking you up.”
As Kerry blinked up at him, she had the most priceless look on her face. “Did you really just say super sperms, dude?”
Tony nodded shamelessly. “Yes. Yes I did.” He chuckled. “Isn’t that fucking awesome though?”
Seeing him smiling so boyishly and saying those dumb goofy things made Kerry’s heart glad. Maybe this wasn’t the end of everything after all. Maybe this was in fact the beginning of an exciting experience with her husband. She should’ve known that she was worrying for no reason. She should’ve had more faith in him than she had.
“You’re such a cute idiot and I’m so sorry that I’ve been a bitch to you.” Kerry apologized. “You didn’t deserve that.”
“Water under the bridge.” Tony said.
“You can say it.” Kerry smiled. “I’ve been a bitch. Come on, say it. I dare you.” She started poking his sides knowing just how ticklish he was. “Say it.”
“No.” Tony refused.
“Come ooon. Say it.” Kerry demanded. “Say, "you’ve been a bitch, mama,”.“
She was trying to get him in trouble. Tony was sure of it but he also knew that she wasn’t gonna stop poking him until he said it.
"Fine.” He took both of her hands hostage and backed her up against the nearest wall in the room. Hands plastered on the wall above her head, his tall frame hovered over her and Kerry could feel every ounce of his ripped flesh against her body. “You’ve been a bitch, Goddess.”
And just like that, he had managed to soak her goddamn panties.
Boring sex life my ass! Kerry thought.
She rose on the tip of her toes and captured her man’s lips in a heated kiss, pouring ever ounce of lust and desire she felt for him at this very moment into it. She bit his lower lips and her tongue teased the entrance of his mouth until he caved and granted her free reign. Their tongues tangoed in a well rehearsed dance created by lovers who knew the most intricate details of each other’s pleasure and need. They moaned in each other’s mouths like sinners in the back of a church on a holy Sunday and by God was it a good sin. This kiss was much too delicious for regrets.
“That was kind of hot.” Kerry breathed. Her chocolate brown eyes were wide and shining with desire. She burned internally. It felt as though, she had a raging fire burning in the pit of her stomach. The pool of her wetness resided between her legs was replaced by a throbbing sensation. Her whole body was vibrating with need and she could feel it all the way through her bones. It was such a high… such an exhilarating feeling. Kerry felt empowered.
A steel grey washed up the blue of Tony’s eyes and his lips were turned up in a sly smile. “Oh yeah?” He asked with raised eyebrows.
Kerry nodded. “Yeah.”
Tony dropped her hands and stepped back from her without wavering his eyes from her. He then pulled at the strings of her robe and the silk material fell open effortlessly, revealing his wife’s beautiful, naked skin. Braless, her pierced nipples were throbbing and her toned stomach was flexing with anticipation. More than seeing, Tony could also smell the delicious essence that was soaking through her purple panties. Damn if she wasn’t the sexiest woman he’s ever known.
“Well, you better get your sexy ass on that bed right now, cause we’re fucking baby.” He said.
Eyes wide, Kerry gasped. “Right now?”
Tony nodded. “Right now.” He emphasized. “We’ve got a lot of discovering to do.”
And the little minx’s answer to that was to wink at him as she sashayed her hips in a sexy walk away from him. Licking his moist tongue across his lips, Tony couldn’t resist delivering a firm slap to her round, bouncy ass.
Tony liked how this night was going to end and he had a feeling that his wife did too.
Have had the chickens for nearly a month now and can say that raising them as babies does affect how they react with you.
In this case, the troublesome birb Terry loves to jump on my arms and perch there. I do believe she really likes me a lot since its always every time I’m in there. Oreo the other barred rock also does this too but not nearly as crazy as Terry does.
Terry is also our escape artist because of the fact she can jump high. We just changed up their enclosure and she and Genny both so far have managed to escape. Luckily we have a door in this room so they are safe regardless if they escape.
Chelsea fans are planning a tribute to John Terry on his first appearance at Stamford Bridge since revealing he would be leaving the club at the end of the season. Supporters have removed all large banners from around the stadium ahead of the game against Manchester United except the one that reads: ‘JT: Captain, Leader, Legend’ in honor of their captain. It could be seen hanging alone from the Matthew Harding Stand on Friday and it has been confirmed to Sportsmail that it will be the only one on display for the United game as a mark of respect to fans’ favorite Terry.