Oh shit. Is this even the same person?Her reddish-brown hair, always straightened—excepting Saturday’s encounter, was now wavy at the ends. She’... tied it partially into a ponytail which hung from halfway up the back of her head to just past her shoulder blades. The rest was brushed forward over her bared clavicles. A pair of long, thick tresses framed her forehead, flowing back towards her ears to join the curls to each side of her head.Gone were the glasses which she wore like a shield every. I had forgotten what freedom felt like and I needed to make up for lost time. My first official solo road trip took place last weekend. My older sister Vanessa moved out of state for work a few months ago so I decided to keep my promise to her and committed to making the four hour drive to Indiana. The only apprehension I had was leaving my boyfriend Sean behind, we have a very active sex life and I didn't know if I could stand not getting off for a whole weekend. I love to be loud and take my. Luckily, tonight was going to be one of those times. If I had my way, I could live on it… and probably weigh four-hundred pounds.There must have been a conspiracy because Kayla was dressed pretty much the same way my wife was; a shapeless sweatshirt and baggy shorts. I’ve actually never seen Kayla dress that way. Like me, Ethan was dressed much nicer than his wife. Neither of our wives had on a speck of makeup or jewelry. Plain Janes, both of them. Pretty attractive Plain Janes, but you get the. ”“She wasn’t saying you were old, mother dear, just ... experienced. You are still as beautiful as I remember when I was very young. I was very proud that I had the hottest mom on the block. I must have been in 4th grade at the time.”“That’s very sweet of you to say, Paul.”“I even beat up my best friend Jeff Miller who had said your boobs were fake. I told him they were not!”“He started the fight, but I finished it. I haven’t seen or even spoken to him since then.”“My goodness, I seem to.