Nothing could be further from the truth, he was in fact tall and slim and not bad looking, but for some reason had difficulty in relating to other kid..., boys or girls. Perhaps part of the problem lay in the fact that he was born and brought up by his widowed mother in a small village where there were few other children of his age, and the ones there were tended to be tough and physical, and interested in taking up careers in farming or similar things, which Brian certainly wasn’t. He did well. He beat the crap out of her, but she loved him and I was the bad guy? I had saved her butt and she was mad at me?I didn't see them together again after that. After a few days I figured I wouldn't see either of them again, but a few weeks later Sheryl dropped by to tell me they had split up and she had filed for divorce. She had a black eye, so he must have hit her again. I was really angry and reminded her of my promise to hunt him down if that happened again."Please don't go after him," she. ,"As I looked into her eyes I noticed something familiar but couldn'tquite tell what it was, but I didn't care. I started to get a bitirritable as I said "you're such a slut," under my breath. Walkingoutside, I pulled a 'Capri' from my purse and began calming myself.Soon I was making my way back inside, when a large arm barred itself infront of me. The bouncer it was attached to gave me a pittying lookashe said "sorry miss, club's full.," "But my friend's in there, I juststepped out for a. “Welcome, can you tell the viewers your name?” “Um, Claire.” “I wanted a re-take, but he kept going. “Is this your first time ever doing anything like this?” I couldn’t help but to grin. “Most definitely.” “How old are you?” “Eighteen.” “Tell us a little bit about yourself.” “Um, I’m a college student. I live in Florida. I don’t know what else to say. I like to go shopping. I love the beach. Clubbing.” All of those answers true, but not what I would’ve chosen if I had time to think. I sounded.