"Don't let her get to you. I'm flattered that you find me interesting."She was far more than interesting. I wanted to say something suave and debonair..., but nothing came to mind and so I sat there like a boob.Marty turned back to Julie. "Don't tease him! I think he's cute".Cute? Cute? I did not want to be cute. I wanted to be handsome, hardy or at the least attractive, but not cute. And then Marty turned back to me, leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Not just a "nice to meet you" kiss, but. Though I love my son dearly, Andy has always been just a little bit odd. It wasn't anything obvious, at least not physically. Instead, it was a lot of little things. Sometimes I blame myself, wondering if I might have done something wrong. However Anita thinks that I make too much of it, that it's just a phase that Andy's going through and will probably grow out of. I wasn't as sure, but hoped that she was right. Andy had never seemed interested in playing with the usual trucks and toy guns. I guess I enjoyed the kiss more than I thought cause after that night I made it a mission to get her to sleep with me...I have no idea why I just wanted it to happen.Now my friend isn't breathtakingly gorgeous and she's nothing special, in fact, she's basically an asshole but I was obsessed with the idea that I wanted her...so much so that I forgot I had a boyfriend but it turned out he was trying (and failing) to cheat on me anyway so after leaving him what better news than Sarah wanting to be. I was well on my way up the corporate ladder with blood in my eye and a fire under my ass. I wanted it all and as soon as possible because I wanted to spend my money, not my kids. I mean why work your ass off to pass your money onto your kids so that they can just piss it away. We both loved old country music especially Charley Pride but some Conway Twitty never hurt anybody either. I mean we were both black but we both loved the old stuff. Our relationship was slow and hesitant at first as we.