Also be sure to read my other storysall comments arw welcomeok here goeshi my name is fred i live in k-town also known as kingston upon thames i am fo...rteen years old and i am about fiive foot and ten centimeters tall i have brouwn hair and Light skinich haser ein swester (yeah im also half german) she is thirteen years old and slightly shorter than me she has thr same skin type and also the same colour hairand now the story beginsi woke up one morning and as i opemed my eyes i couldnt feel my. While each of them had been responsibly ready to let go of steamy times in the hot tub with Tony, he had been worrying about who would do things like climbing the porch roof to clear it of leaves in the Autumn. Val began to recollect about how great Tony looked as he climbed ladders in his usual jeans and t-shirt. Deborah said nothing for a minute, looking, it seemed, at a sealed jar of homemade strawberry jam on the counter. ‘Remember the time when Tony helped us pick these strawberries?’ A. ”“I dumped the bike behind an abandoned dealership in Carlisle, NC,” the post continued, “Good luck. This will be my last post.”The dramatic ending was exciting, if not a bit forced. What really grabbed my attention was knowing where this abandoned dealership was. I had driven by it several times while living in North Carolina a few years back. “It might be fun to drive by there,” I thought. “Maybe I’ll get a free exercise bike out of it.” I was seriously impressed that this author wrote a. I asked what she meant but she didn’t respond instead she began talking. “You know” she said “My husband has been aboard for more than 9 months now. I’m all alone and raising a k** without a father is difficult. That’s why when I heard someone was coming for intern to our company I agreed to accommodate. I was bored alone and needed someone in my life. Plus I’m a woman and a woman with needs. Women kind of needs”. She continued talking but my head was stuck to the last sentence. Mrs. Sandhiya.