My fiancé Ali, who is now my wife, and I had had just graduated from college the prior May. Ali was a classic beauty who could be accurately describe... as the prototypical pretty young elementary teacher. I knew when I met her she would make a wonderful mother which has ultimately proven true. I proposed to her during our final semester and we moved in together after graduation into a two story, two bedroom, townhome located in the City where we went to school. She found a teaching job and I. By no means was I a perfect physical specimen, but I was far from a dog. When I met her, the girl with the red hair, the biggest thing was to just not be an asshole. This had been a problem for me in the past, at least according to my ex-girlfriends. The biggest problem I had with my girlfriends was the fact I often became interested in other girls. I had no excuse. My excuse was that I was a man and in high school and desirable. This, apparently, made me an asshole. ‘Don’t be an asshole,’ I. "Not much, but how did you find me? I had lost all hope after those crazy women left me tied up. Are you with them?" he asked suspiciously, watching her every move as she drew closer to clean him."No. I just was lucky enough to overhear their conversation and went to investigate for myself. I couldn't believe my eyes, but that doesn't matter right now, you need food and rest and... a good wash. Do you have strength to get something into your stomach? I've brought you tea with bread and honey,. P.C.A. wanted me to host a show on dog abuse. The New York Times asked me to do a nationally syndicated pet advice column. I found myself, at age 19, standing at the end of the rainbow... I was a hot property.I moved out of Langousta in September and bought a little fifteen room, split level house in the Valley. Unfortunately. Harold decided to pull up stakes and come along too. God, what an insect he is! He rationalised his tagging along on my bikini strings by saying he thought he stood a.