“Hello?” “Is this Rachel?” a very deep voice asked. “Yes. Who’s this?” I asked. “Doesn’t matter but I just have to tell you, I’... going to fuck you.” He answered Then all I heard was the ring tone implying he had hung up. “Who was that?” Brittney asked. “Doesn’t matter.” I answered. Later that night while I was getting ready the same person called me and said the same thing. I just ignored them; Brittney and I were going to a huge party for Arms Divided. I was wearing a mini black dress. It was your usual block party. k**s running around parents kind of watching and a whole lot of eating and drinking. which we did a lot of drinking but only because we lived a few blocks away and walked home after. I get tired if I drink to much so I stop if I start to feel sleepy. I guess I'm a cheap date as my Wife says. But her she gets horny. I mean over the top horny. Ex: after we got married we moved into her friends Moms house who had an apartment up stairs and needed the extra money.. ‘You got time tonight for a drink?’ I nodded. ‘Yeah. I don’t have a life anymore.’ The invite sounded desperate and I first thought it was just to get me away. I was grateful anyway, I hadn’t been getting out much and I was glad Fisher still thought of me as a friend. ‘I gotta go shut down, meet you back here.’ He gave a small shake of his head. ‘No, you go ahead. I’ll meet you down there.’ He gave his watch another glance. ‘I won’t be that long.’ But he was. An hour or so passed before he. ” “She will live here…in the United States of course?” my dad asked me. “We aren’t even close to being engaged dad,” I said. “We haven’t dated. In fact we don’t date. I work on her farm and all I did was help her out.” “Did you make money working there? Did you work for money?” my dad asked. No dad, she offered me a place to live, we got to know each other, she smiled a lot, and I just started helping her do her work that she does to make money. Plus dad, she makes a hell of a lot of money.