Girls, women, aunties if you like to share or talk or have a date email me. Please, everyone, share your feedback at In the past 3 months, I have been...visiting my readers, 2-3 women, every week and 2 girls the other week. Most of these married women were scared to have sex and were happy to hang out at the cinemas (mostly the multiplexes in the city) and have lunch or dinners. It was a good routine as they felt happy for I was listening to their stories and some girls who would come were happy. I said, "The daughter is too young. And she didn't have anything to do with what her mother did. What do I do about her?" Make her watch what happens to her parents. Make sure she knows what they did to you and why you're doing what you do to them. The kid seems alright. I get the impression she's being treated like a redheaded stepchild by her less than adoring parents. Drive a giant wedge between her and her parents. Make her hate them if she doesn't already. What better payback could there. Believe me. I know. I wrote the story.My name is Alice. I'm the evil twin. There I said it. I admit it. But what chance did I have with a name like Alice when my sister was named Melody, the epitome of gentleness and beauty, both outside and in? I just hate it. We're identical twins. We look alike. We sound alike. We just don't act alike. So when I say she is beautiful to look at, so am I. In fact I think we're quite hot, tall, well built, firm, long blond hair, every man's dream girl. That's. But I was still alive.The second week, I was too weak to get out of bed and did nothing but eat and sleep to recover. The third and fourth weeks I spent trying to regain the weight and strength I'd lost while keeping everyone from guessing my motivation.Thanksgiving had passed and Christmas saw me almost fully recovered physically. I still got tired easily, so the big day was held at my aunts' instead of us returning to Shamrock like we normally did.I gave Marcus a huge white chef's hat, which.