Ronnie could tell she was inebriated. She proceeded to tell Ronnie how much she always liked him and that her young son was struggling with bisexualit.... Ronnie never told anyone what transpired during that conversation. He did notice though that he and Moe only had superficial interactions during his brief time there. He was not too worried about it because he had a multitude of other things happening in his life - work, sex, church, and so on.During Thanksgiving though, they were both older.. I grew up in the Indian culture that clearly defined my role as such. I did everything that was expected of me, even to a fault. But that was three years ago, before I reached the age that scientists tell us women achieve their peak. When mother nature took her course, my sexual organs began rumbling and petitioning my brain that they were being underused and not living up to their potential.I always had a healthy sex drive or at least healthy as described by special doctors: a state of well. I assumed it meant 'enter', so that's what I did. As I walked in, I couldn't help but notice how much cooler and cleaner the room was than the rest of this place, although the weird smell was still present. A young Asian woman stood by the massage table, and smiled."Ah, I'm sorry. I thought the customer was Thai. Welcome," she said."Thank you," I replied as I closed the door behind me."What is your name?" she said."Molly," I said. "Yours?" Sarai," she responded. "Please disrobe, and if. Come on Charles, you can say it, whatever it is, just say it.” Her eyes were brimming with anticipation.“I want to say to you that I will never love anyone, even Kalista when that time comes, as much as I love you right now.”“If we want to look back at this competition and remember it as our First National Competitive First Place, we must be perfect today do you understand, Claire — Perfect, today!”“Today is already perfect, Charles because I get to dance with you,” she said rubbing at my eyes.