" Oh sure, Tara." They both grin at me as they walk away.I do a quick read of Sonya. "Sonya, are you not happy with your boyfriend?"She looks into my ...yes and a tear drips down her face. "Are you okay?" I ask.She chokes back tears and asks if we can walk down the beach. I agree, of course, and we walk for about 50 metres. As we walk I read her and feel deep sadness. I stop and ask again.She launches herself onto me, holding her body to mine and sobbing. When she can manage some words, she says,. He had moved here about 18 months ago, and other than a few ill-conceived blind dates setup by the administrative assistant at the office, he hadn’t gone out much. He was still in touch with most of his old friends online, but they were 600 miles away. He’d been content to go home after work, play video games or read and go to bed. On the weekends he’d explore the surrounding countryside, but never bothered to try to meet new people in his new hometown.He felt out of practice, and his. . Beth: Aww, don't, that's gonna make me tearful this time in the morning! (In a happy way!)...but thinking bout it...how good we'd be after all these years...xxxFG:I have great confidence that we would be amazing now we know what we want and need rather than just fumble through things for the ending, we can do those things we have wanted to but never done..... I want to know your list xxxBeth:I think with us we'd have that connection that I've only ever found with 1 other person in my. I locked the door and Cynthia practically flew onto the bed with a smile on her face. "What a night", she said, "the best time of my life." "Oh, yeah", I said, "your friends are quite a handful. Especially that Rhonda babe. She'll be turning some heads soon enough, if she hasn't already. And are you sure it's okay to borrow your friend's room?" .