Had Wives and Daughters

"I never cared for them to know if I care if they have children or wives. I meant purely business to pleasure my customers and teach them to come back for me. Their craving of wisdom." I had them on a test run in the airport. We were waiting for our driver Alfonso Pedro.

He was madly in love with men. The great asset to oversee my ladies.

I had full operation to look like a woman. I had great pleasure feeling a woman. It was my duty to fulfil men. The googled sucking in one love I spat saliva out to see them. I fit on the farm size and served my love motel in the airport's bathroom.

"You guys are big and restless." They kept on looking at me. I spoke juicy details, my mouth overflowing with juice. The business plan was better than in Hague with their sick Queen of Netherlands, Patricia Willingness.

I know if she is the Queen of Tulips Nation. I am Queen of Sunflowers Nation. They set my territory right. He presses harder. "You keep on working with your mouth." He goes back deep in.

They treated me.

I spoke with them. "and the mountains of Kratong for me!" They did wash my worries away. "I love your bagni." The lures I had were no songs. I spoke. A businesswomen should not worry about opening a business. "I was on the way to the successful Toto Love Motel." The journey itself was a mystery to me. I held two love motel employees working for me from Warsaw. "I don't know why I hold love juice, everyone wants it." I let it leak past my lips.

"Super, you have our love juice." Toto Love Inn gardener let his mutual agreement of approval sign. He zips up in the handicap toilet.

"I don't know why everyone loves my love juice. Here is a tissue." He gently brushes the leaking massacre off. I would feel pretty.

We leave with a bald head. The moustache one had kept his eye out for their luggage.

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The landlady certificate of a piece of land. I bought it for myself in Oxfordshire. It was my shire to love.

We grow well in our tents and love plants we can enjoy in our beds and breakfast.

The classic grey clay building with a massive driveway. "I know." The red and velvet carpet. I had rolled for my guests and painted white with my Warsaw employees.

I took photographs to enjoy my play with white hands. I wore a painter's overalls. The white dots on my nose. I powdered without pangs of guilt. The sweet strings in my long black hair under my ears. I felt. I was working already.

The only thing I was waiting for is our scouts manager Laura Turner. Her will recruit from the Netherlands labour market. If they were well fit, loving, caring, talkative and great in personal relationships.

Our great customer service awaits my customers. It was a great touch to our business vision bubbling personality.

The theme I set for the Toto Love Motel was the eighties. The business vision and statement strategy plan. I had a great tradeoff. I bargained for a deal with hungry customers to feed. A true affair of Lady Pang to employees from Kurva Polish sexual SODRA sect. Our love motel Toto Inn. I sweated about our public affairs. I loved the love island to find me a new life.

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We met Marc,Tim, Ren, and Nina. They had plans for a loving swap under the pier.

The Karolis-Magnus Maximus were smoking cannabis on a pier overseeing a sea. I had no idea he was in the Hague for the weekend.

We finally reached our double Japanese date with Mako Sito and Sarah Aika.

It was not along the plan.

"Hello Sarah and Mako. It is my friend Cuban Pete." It started to rain suddenly and we all ran under the pier.

"We have so many people here." I was able to see Mako had not spoken a word.

"Mako, how are you?"

"I am ok, arigato."

"We have a favour to ask you?"

"What can you ask a man like me? A true Congolese man?"

"We are here for revenge."

"We should give a couple guys dancing shoes?" Cuban Pete took out his Munich cigar box.

"Yes. We need help to avenge her honour." Sarah Aika Reika had her voice low.

"I have my cigar at the end of their butt." Cuban Pete kneels to make sure his dancing shoe laces are on and fit the purpose.

"I am with you." I spoke seeing Cuban Pete showing a sign of ritual.

"Hey guys!" I wave at them.

"We have a group of professionals to deal with them." They joined our group.

"It is Nina Kalashnikov. He is Marc Polo. I met him just now. I think he is from Yale. Her name is Ren Wildflower. A teacher on working holidays. He is Tim. He is from Australia. He said one day he will open his news channel to be an anchor."

"I am happy to meet all of you." Mako Sito spoke her words.

"What happened?!!" They spoke in a group choir.

"Sito had been kidnapped for a sex slavery. Her good name was abused underground." Sarah Aika had her briefing to us.

"It is ok to not…" Cuban Pete stops in my breath.

"You should talk no more, we have their balls kicked over the bucket. I said I will burn my cigar." Cuban Pete lights it.

We begun to fight the Sick Queen of Netherlands and her sexual Kurva Polish SODRA sect.

We managed intelligence about their field. Their Overlords Rob Dutch and Damien and Zbigniav News, Jona Jona Jonas, Laura Turner. Elle's recruits a true fascist queen of the Netherlands Tulip Kingdom of Mark Rudolph.

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"We will show what a true Congolese man can do." I held my arms crossed for Cuban Pete spark, the fire holding his hands crossed his cigar one fire.

"Danku well." Tim from Australia had his mind open to new cultures and methods to crisis.

I spoke about our plan to storm and fight.

The past.

Our love in Hague Royal Courts.

We were able to see a dead cat hanging on the gates.

We approached closer to fight Kurva Polish sexual SODRA sect.

They stormed the building and massive explosions broke out.

We could not understand.

The taxi drivers broke into the building.

We heard a gunshots and further explosions from inside lifting the interior up.

They left.

We heard the silence.

I fought, we fought them. I was wrong.

I had to prose this epic time. I am a true Congolese man.

Our bodies made only witness statements from our hopes for revenge. They made a massacre the day they left. We were left behind our revenge plot. We continued to stand in crowds of hundreds.

We were not the ones to lay the tulips outside their gates.

^.^

Her life changed. Her name changed to Miss Pan Varke. I had to escape her past pitfalls, to learn and advance my career from skills I earned and learned.

The new love slave Viva Ra I recruited. Her school is from Lithuania.

The young mind moulded in friendship and kindness online. I had open school Sakhon Nakhon classes. The young princess became her love nest. It was her mind rule, young girls love prisoners.

Love Motel Manager Laura Turner had a new assistant Viva Ra. I enjoyed her pleasure to see buyers of her love nest and cannabis farm.

It was my spy school Yuri Tilsi had plans for and left me. A better life with Si Si. Thank you world! I am Miss Pan Narak, the Love Motel and Cannabis Farm Madam.

The Miss Thailand MC Pang will have to face demons from her past of Sakhon Nakhon. I want to be their bride.

I am a landlady in a lucky escape from death in Thailand. The former MC who never became a famous singer and had near death experience.

I will meet her once more, her promise to Ban Toya.

I left family, mansion and private school life abandoning my spies school seeking a new juicy life in erotic exposure to local Lords to claim a throne of a love in England.

Spaniard Tom Powers saved me? I have a side job.

I heard about Rento Olympo, Igno Bazuka and Ban Toya. Igno Bazuka stabbed me in exchange to avenge his cousin.

Georgian Yuri in love with Spanish Si Si in England. A settled new love life for newlyweds in honeymoon England. I will happily continue to live.

Miss Varke loves sunflowers? Yes I do. I sometimes go mad.

I look back at our photographs. I can see my butt cheek tattoo. The pink flower tree branches only for my customers to see.

I had in mind a rich billionaire to make her pregnant with money. Yes, it was me in the photographs. I set on fire.

My "Toto" love motel. The pet store.

I never knew a true Congolese man in the Netherlands Kingdom.

^.^

I invited my three cousins Igors Ignurs, Igno Bazuka and Yanis Roze with three wives from Dublin, London and Klaipeda. Chad street life flourishes.

I am out of prison to have my life free.

My cousin told me Yuri Tilsi has a religious depravity tattoo on his arm. The demon face of a religious person over his arm shows the tongue of a snake. I hope it will come off with his skin or I burn a crucifix over his head the other way round. This Georgian Bull would never forget who he is and for stealing my love.

"Blajt brothers!" I toast tonight for Renato Olympo's chicken grill. "I focked good Miss Pan Narak."

"Her father threatened to kill her little 'pom pom'." Igno Bazuka had his drink poured. "I took his money and I focked her." They are all laughing. I love seeing my cousins.

I screamed from the first long drink. "God save the Queen, I am free and well!"

"Yes you are living long and strong." Renato Olympo sets his grill on fire.

Marciusawa's brother Karolis-Magnus said to sing this song. "Our life goes on."

He is just back from Hague.

We in Chad street, back of the palm trees garden, were toasting the chicken and celebrating my tall and long return in the eighties swing. "They all wonder what is love anyway we seek but we never get to keep."

"You never worry. You will have to keep achieving it. I am happy I saved my daughter from human traffickers." Renato flips his grill handle.

"Blajt I was locked but I am happy. I have my cousins and their wives with me. My family will support me to love again." I have said my word. I open white polish beer and let it foam. It is the best London can offer. "I will have my love back, blajt. It is a true story blajt. I will love again."

"We are happy our house has great neighbors. The neighborhood is great." Renato Olympo had joy in his heart about his new tenants.

We never knew Bradley Mat nor he was on the way back to London from an Amsterdam flight. A true Congolese man for us to learn he is with us.

He was lucky enough to have a double date and return home with two Japanese women. It made my heart cry.