Hearing his voice is so much better than messaging. I've struggled to put a word to how he makes me feel. "Twitterpated" comes to mind. Don't laugh, b...t I'm a huge Disney fan and Bambi is one of my all-time favorites. When a message pops up from him, I feel flighty and excited all over ... heart beats faster ... tummy flutters ... pussy tingles. Twitterpated! There's no escaping it once it hits you.I'm excited he's on the road today. Trapped in his car for a two-hour ride, he's free to call me.. It was far enough away from the school for teachers and administrators to miss but bright enough to catch a student's eye walking to or from school.There was not another one posted anywhere else and dangling from the bottom it had only two telephone number tear off slips left. The other seven slots for phone numbers had been removed before posting, giving the impression that others had taken advantage of the offer."Earn Extra Money" the poster screamed in inch high letters.Underneath that. Don't ask for an explanation, it just was. And I certainly do not recommend it in place of marriage counseling. We just seemed to be more open to one another than we had been before. Part of the reason I guessed was that we had each faced one of our worst dragons, wrestled with it and actually came out on top.That situation was one of the strangest I'd ever come across. May had never intended to cheat, but got caught up in a situation dating back to her college days.Before she met me she and. But Katrina had other plans and she was determind to get what she wanted. I watch the back of her head moving up and down on my shaft, this unformiliar black hair, not my wife I continued to think. But it was good. I reached over her head and grabbed and put the blunt in the ashtray and grabbed my beer and took a big swig, sitting there drinking beer, getting head, smoking weed, this was R&R. But as my high and drunken mind began to think how I deserved and urned this she stopped. "I.