She has tears in her eyes while saying this. I give her a comforting hug and we chat about the dog for a few minutes. I give her my phone number in ca...e she wants to check up sometime, and then I leave with Storm. Storm is quite a beautiful dog, I look at his features while we drive home. His coat is long and somewhat dark, and he has lovely grey eyes. I cant wait to see those grey eyes stare at me dead. I look down at his sheath, hes packing. While were at a red light, I grab his sheath and. Ike, you said, right? I'm BJ. Short for Billy Joel, but then my parents were big fans of his," the guy said through his decaying teeth."Ah, I see," I smiled as I tossed back the tequila with salt and lime.It was like a jolt of electricity or a bolt of lightning coursing through my body rather suddenly. It was too soon for the buzz to kick in yet, but the anticipation of it was excitement enough in its own way. It didn't take long for the liquor to hit me, however, especially on an empty. I would not cry I scolded myself as I felt the emotions rise up in me. Not in this moment. It was too important and I wouldn’t waste it. He reached his hand out to me and smiled. I remembered how he would do anything to amuse others. He loved to make you laugh even after returning from battle as if none of that could touch him. How someone so strong could be so tender at other times. He was sex, laughter, and affection. That was what he meant to me. How can one survive such a loss after. She was 5’7”, 118 pounds, 34C-20-32. She had very long brown hair that reached the crack of her ass. Her eyes were brown and her face was quite pretty. Rachel looked like a fashion model and I enjoyed the way all of the guys watched her when she walked by. In fact, a number of ladies also watched her. All of this attention made Rachel very self-conscious as she did not like to be the center of attention. She preferred to be in the background where she could look and listen rather than being.