And if you wanted flavor There was Lipton’s onion dip.Store-bought snacks were rare because My mother liked to cook And nothing can compare to snack... In Betty Crocker’s bookWeekends were for family trips Or staying home to play We all did things together – Even go to church to pray.When we did our weekend trips Depending on the weather, No one stayed at home because We liked to be togetherSometimes we would separate To do things on our own, But we knew where the others were Without our own cell. "His anger was born out of frustration, and this ... whatever she was ... wasn't making the return of his memory any easier. The fog in his mind just wasn't going to dissipate, which scared and angered him."Okay, I'll call you John until you can remember. Think you can live with that?" she declared."Yeah, I guess it's probably better than 'Hey, you', but not by much," he groused back at her. "Mary Ellen, huh? I'll try to remember that." Then something approaching gratitude swept through his. “You really need a support group?” she asked, clicking her tongue in vexation at how much this had affected me.“I do, for all sorts of reasons,” I told her. “This all came out of the blue for me. Beth had checked-out emotionally, years ago. I found out she didn’t love me, she cheated on me, and she infected me with an STD - all on the same day. Then she left town and I was left to pick up the pieces alone. She didn’t exactly give our friends a fair picture of events, so they haven’t talked to. I thrust myself fully into her and held it there, pulsing in the woman who would one day be my wife. She spread her legs to accept me. Her arms came around me as I kissed her neck. We lay entwined for many minutes. Then Mae said, ‘Did it break?’ I said, ‘No.’ ‘Well, you better make sure.’ Regretfully, I withdrew my softening cock from her flesh. The tip of the rubber was heavy with the weight of my copious load and I removed it to show her that indeed it had not broken. ‘Seems dangerous to me..