I checked into a motel and then spent Saturday and Sunday lying on the sand, soaking up sun and trying hard not to worry about what might be waiting f...r me when I home.It was late Sunday when I got home and no one was sitting on my doorstep waiting for me and I took that as a good sign. No flashing light on the telephone answering machine either - another good sign. What wasn't good was trying to sleep that night knowing that I would be going into work in the morning and seeing Cathy. In the. . or you are telling thetruth but just older than you claim to be, possibly much older." Hesets the folder aside and stares at me for a few seconds. "I have notyet decided which is correct."I close my eyes and sigh. He knows. At least part of it. He doesn'tknow how or why but he knows ... or suspects. Could I actually tellhim the truth? OH GOD! I've wanted to tell somebody, anybody, thetruth for years. If I could only share the pain with someone, maybe itwouldn't be so bad. They don't have to. Just as he was about to leave, his Mom & family called — they seem to cheer him up and he was smiling when he talked to them. About you , I think?’ ‘Really?’ Brandi nodded. ‘I think he likes you a lot — you make him smile and I’m happy to see that.’ Cherie noticed a bittersweet look cross Brandi’s pretty features. ‘Brandi, what’s wrong?’ Then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit Cherie. ‘You’re in love with him, aren’t you?’ Brandi sighed, determined not to cry. Caroline and Marcus had figured it. I told ok, got ready and went to the party, but frankly I am not interested to go to that party, as I have to stay single in the party and had a perception that it’s going to be a boring night and to my luck it turned one of the most romantic night, which I have never spend till date, because of this devil (angel turned devil) The devil of this story is ms. Ramya (34), a well maintained horny bitch and you will never think that she would be 34, as I have already had a perception that it’s.