Maybe I'm just weird, maybe I'm one of those not suitable for a life in the fast lane.Regardless, it didn't change the fact that I attempted suicide m...ny times. Often, for some very simple reasons, such as failing an exam, running on debts, dumped by my boyfriend and even having a B- in one of my subjects. I've tried many methods of suicide, but unfortunately, either it didn't work, or I was too chicken to do it.I've learnt from experience that a simple intention for suicide is not enough to. I will do my duty. If any of you are afraid that justice won’t be served, you’re more than welcome to ride along. However, you will follow my orders, or you will be arrested for obstructing justice. Now, I need someone to show me the site where the ambush took place. I will deputize as temporary US marshals any that want to come along. Pay is one dollar a day and found.’ I soon had a half a dozen men volunteering to ride along, including the loudmouth miner. Pointing to him I said, ‘Not, you.. She laughs and hits me softly, calling me silly. I could stare into her blue eyes all day long, simply amazed that she was looking back into my brown ones. I'd been married before - a mistake of epic proportions - and I'd never felt for her in the way I feel for Amanda on every level. She's a quiet woman, but will speak up with a joke or something poignant. I like the fact that we can spend time in a room together without filling it with unnecessary talk; many times we'd just caress or kiss. . We paid off the taxi driver and entered the booking hall; it was bedlam, people rushing hither and thither, a seething mass of humanity. We checked in to the ticket office and were ushered into the business class lounge, Carl drifted off to pick up a copy of the FT, to check his investments while I bought a bottle of water and took a seat opposite a guy in a business suit, very proper looking gent with a chalk stripe suit, blue shirt with white collar and cuffs and a regimental tie of some.