Didn’t parse the center of that. Did she like me? Did she want to be my girlfriend? I don’t think so. She somehow divorced liking me from being at...racted to me. I wanted to inflate my ego. I had just made love to this girl. I had sex with her at least. I felt love now. Not really for her, just for the universe and all the happiness anyone could ever find.“Why? What did I do?” She chewed her lip.“I always thought you were snobbish and stuck up.” I didn’t want to be that honest. I really just. They'd discarded her-each had gotten what they wanted from her, and now they hated her.They'd been her only real friends, and they'd each loved her in their own way. Why they had all turned on her at the end was something Amy still couldn't totally understand. Sure, she had screwed up by blatantly fucking each of them, and for telling lies to cover herself, and for behaving like, well, a child-and a slut. But she had always been the child of the group, the slut, the outcast, the youngest and. Over by where the adults were standing, I heard a goon demanding, “Tell us where the bus driver is or we start shooting the ankle biters.”“We already told you, we have no idea. He got us all in the bus. He went back outside to double check that the bus was safe. He didn’t believe that the tow truck driver was smart enough to shutdown anything that might cause the bus to catch on fire or start rolling away. I saw him putting chocks under the wheels and then he got back on the bus. He was here. My wife Nat is a very sexy woman; she is younger than, and an amazing figure of 36d2435 due to swimming, gym and kick boxing. This is a second marriage for both of us, she left her first husband to be with me; after four very unfaithful years with her first husband, and my marriage broke down some five years before I met her due to me being discovered having an affair with my first wife’s step sister. Nat freely admits that she has never been faithful to one guy since she started having sex..