Marsha smiled as she listened to her boys obviously enjoying their food and she headed upstairs. Faust, seemingly put out at the attention being paid to his little brother, tried to force his way into the action, pushing his snout against Luca’s and licking out at Marsha’s face. tube8 The dogs peered in, the puppy dog eyes of their youth, well-practised but ineffectual. “LUCA! Seemingly random tiles interspersed the white, bright red, with white Latin script. C’mere ya big doofus!” she grabbed his collar and pulled him to her. She could hear Faust and Luca more clearly now. She looked under Faust’s taut body as he stood side on to her and saw his balls hanging low. A sheen of sweat formed on her face and she blew a bead from the tip of her nose. A light salad would fit the bill perfectly, she thought, and she pulled out the odds and sods she needed.
