She tried to whisper, “You reclaimed me! You said we were all good.”“Yeah, but I thought about it more. You could have just fucked Jared once an... come home. I would have been okay with that. You stayed for 3 fucking days.” I laughed at my words. “Literally three fucking days. You never texted or called or replied to my attempts to reach you. You left me. You abandoned our marriage.”“I did not!” she exclaimed, “I came home to you!”“I considered going to a lawyer and divorcing you, but I’m. My folks died in a plane crash when I was six, so I had to go live with my Uncle John and Aunt Naomi at Ft. Irwin, where he was stationed at the time.As I drove north on I-5, heading towards the turnoff to Route 101 to Santa Barbara, I thought back to the early years of my life with them.I guess a bit of backstory is in order, here. I kept it kind of short, when introducing myself in my previous account, so I’ll elaborate more, here.At six years old, I didn’t remember much about my real folks,. On the next visit, things were going even better. I was in the sauna and saw this really nice looking lady in a pink bikini wander through and look around. She disappeared back through into the changing room and then a few minutes later reappeared in just a towel.She came into the sauna and sat down opposite me, taking off her towel and sitting on it in the customary way. I took my time enjoying every inch of her naked body. She was about 50, with a good figure for her age, black hair and. ’ ‘Leslie likes them. They seem to be good friends,’ Amanda said. ‘Is Petra the younger still staying with her?’ Martha asked Wendy. ‘Yes. They are putting on a show that they are looking for a place for her and her mom to live but are having the worst of luck. I doubt they will find a suitable place in the next twenty years or so.’ ‘That would be nice,’ Mo said. ‘Getting dumped by Beth like Leslie was made me angry, especially to do it on Felicity Day during the luncheon. I am also mad that I.