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Angelina admits
"Brad took this to please me"

Since the-divorce, Angelina has been set out to ruin Brad by revealing what he took to last longer in the bedroom and pleasure her better.
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Peter was a gentle, redhaired bear of a man. Standing at sixfour in his socks, he moved everywhere with a slight and nautical sway, but even though he was broad across the chest there was something centered and reassuring about him, like an old ships mast cut from a single timber. He felt bad that theyd had Christmas dinner without having his mother and father over. Dell and Mary had been invited, of course, but there had been a ridiculous dispute about what time dinner should be served. Genevieve wanted to sit down on the stroke of one so that they could all get their coats on in the afternoon and drive up to Bradgate Park or Beacon Hill for a healthy blast of wind. Mary and Dell liked to eat later, and at leisure, and certainly not before three; theyd done all the walking and blasting they cared for. There wasnt actually a row. What followed was more of an impasse and a sulk, followed by a default decision no party was happy with, that this year they would sit down to separate dinners. Peter and Genevieve anyway had a daughter who was fifteen, a thirteen, and two more s of seven and five. Whenever they went over to Mary and Dells they garrisoned the place, moving in like a brutal occupying army. It was always easier and more relaxed to stay put in the cottage, and this year thats what they did. Meanwhile Peter had bought thirteenyearold Jack an air rifle for Christmas, and Jack was sitting in the yard hoping for mice or rats to turn up. He lounged on an old exploded sofa his dad hadnt gotten around to taking to the dump. Like a grizzled oldtimer from a shotgun cabin he held the butt of the gun on his thigh and pointing skyward. Peter put his head outside the back kitchen door. Dont wave that fucking thing around. If you catch anyone Ill rip your head off for sure, Peter said. Dont worry, Dad, Im not gonna shoot my fuckin sisters. And dont swear. Right Right. And dont wave it around. Peter went back inside to stack the dishwasher. He went through to the trashed dining room and was dithering what to do with the carcass of the turkey when the phone rang. It was Dell. All right, Dad I was just going to call you. When I get the kids lined up to say happy Christmas and all that. Never mind that, Pete. Youd better get over here. What Ive had a few drinks. Were about to go for a walk. Come over anyway. Your sisters here. What You heard me. I said your sisters here. What Peter felt dizzy. The room swam. Dad, what are you saying She just showed up. She cant have. Come over, Pete. Your mothers had a bad turn. Dad, what the hell is going on Please come over, son. Please come over. There was a note in his fathers voice hed never heard before. Dell was clearly very close to tears. Can you just tell me whats happened I cant tell you anything because I dont know anything. Your mother fainted. She fell badly. Okay. Im coming. Peter put the receiver back on its cradle with a gentle click and crashed down onto a hard chair that lived beside the phone. He stared at the debris of Christmas dinner still littering the table. Pulled Christmas poppers and plastic toys and paper crowns were strewn across the room. He suddenly remembered he was still wearing his paper crown. He took it off and held it in his hand, between his knees. He got up and moved through to the living room, swaying slightly as he went. The television was broadcasting softly while the three s were sprawled on the carpeted floor playing with Lego bricks and dolls by the lopsided Christmas tree. A cozy coal fire burned in the grate and two staghound lurchers lay on their backs before the fire, their legs in the air and their teeth bared in grins of pure canine pleasure. Genevieve snoozed on the sofa. Pete went back into the kitchen and filled the electric kettle. He stood watching it boil, and contrary to received wisdom it boiled pretty damn quick. He made a cup of tea for Genevieve and one for himself, gazing at the tea diffusing from a teabag. At last he was roused by the snap of an airrifle pellet as it struck the outside wall. Carrying the tea through to the living room, he kneeled before the sofa, then leaned across Genevieve and woke her with a kiss. She blinked at him. Her cheeks were red. Youre a sweetheart, she said sleepily, accepting the tea. Did I hear the phone You did hear the phone. Who was it Dad. Are they still speaking to us Yes. I have to go over there. You do Anything wrong Peter exhaled a puff of air. Tara came back. Genevieve looked at Peter for a moment as though she didnt know who Tara was. Shed never met Tara, but shed heard plenty about her. She shook her head quizzically, knitted her brow.

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