Henry was as hot as everyone said -- dirty blonde hair, pale-blue eyes and a body to die for -- his butt was drum tight and his thigh muscles bulged a... he walked. I could even make out what looked like a six-pack when he wiped his hands down the front of his shirt. I'm not sure what else I was expecting to see that evening -- although the idea of watching Henry pull down those tight little gym shorts did cross my mind a few times. The previous summer, I'd met a hunky cowhand named Skip on my. " I'm glad he came to grips with it. Have you flushed everything?" No, but I gave some of it away. We both know that the problem isn't the alcohol, but the person. We kept some, but he had a lock put on the cabinet, and only I have the key. I keep it in the office safe if we happen to have company. He really doesn't want it anyways. This just makes it easier if he has a craving. He saw the picture of you running that marathon, and has seen you without your shirt. He's started jogging, and doing. This time, I extended my hand to hers. She placed her fingers on the palm of my hand, and I lead her to the dance floor. “Monster Mash,” had just finished, and some slow jam was up next. I made a bold move, and got behind her, wrapping my arms around her mid section. I didn't press myself against her, but brought my chest to her shoulders, and started to sway with her.“This feels a lot like our hug on the last day of classes,” she began “a little too impersonal,” she continued, as she pushed. Now she got married and living happily with her hubby. But here I felt so lonely after broke up with her.Days passed and one of my friend called “Ramya”, she is also 24 and her states are 34 32 34. She is the heroine of the story. I used to call her as “Jillu”. She is my best friend ever, we used to share each and everything in our day to day life. After my break up I was feeling so lonely and jillu used to accompany me every day . One day we were going on a long drive in her car on the ECR.