She gradually changed my opinion as she remade herself into the person she is today. When I see or think of her now, my heart is filled with love and ...ender feelings for her. I admire her. I have to admit that I’ve come to love her.”“Madam President, you’ve just heard your husband declare his love for two beautiful women, one of whom is your own mother. What’s your reaction to his admission?” asked Ryan Phillips, the third anchor involved in the interview.“First, Ryan, you need to understand. Petersburg, Florida, with a group of friends from the neighborhood bar. One of the women had injured her back that week working in the warehouse. She asked me if I would rub her back. Her back was really bothering her. At that time I was receiving physical therapy and massage for a back injury myself. She was wearing a bikini but had put on a shirt and shorts. I just did to her what they did to me. When she told me her back felt much better then I moved down to her feet and started massaging. “Yeah…. Ah… Keep doing that. And do the other side now too,” Mark directed.I did what I was told and licked all across his chest to the other side. He started shifting his crotch around so I could feel his hard-on rubbing against mine. “Now, up, to my neck, and …” I knew what he wanted and before he could finish I was already licking his neck and behind his ears a little, making him moan more and more.“Ahhh – yyyeah. That’s it man,” and he took both his arms down while I was laying on. "George, I'm going to kill you."An impressively large percentage of our conversations contain this line somewhere, most frequently as her opening line. Seeing as I'm still not taking a dirt nap yet, I'll assume my sister is just venting and really doesn't mean it."Good to hear your voice, too, Ginny. How is France these days?" Very French. Look, dammit, you knew about this place, didn't you? And you DIDN'T warn me." I take it you reached Cap D'Agde OK?" Yes, I'm alive. It's a wonder, though.".