It’s almost like torture, the way I ache for you. Why are we subjecting ourselves to this. Should we just agree to be friends and walk away, only ta...king every once in a while? Can I survive without air? NO! As smart as that would be, I do not believe I am capable of going through with it. You have become a valuable part of my life. I feel like I have this illness, and the only cure is you, and your presence. My heart aches when I wait to hear from you. I cannot imagine what a day without. Bridget, Charlotte, Katrina and I were sitting in cane chairs sipping tropical sunshine dashed with abundant amounts of tequila. We were all wearing sundresses and two of our hats had gone with the wind. It was late in the afternoon and we started drinking right after lunch, which made it difficult to tell if we were glowing and glistening because of the tropical sun or the amount of alcohol we had consumed.As usual, we were the giggliest bunch and our giggles were often punctuated by sudden. I have some from before construction started as well. And I need you to sign this release.”I read over the release, signed it, and handed it back. I put his card in my pocket, shook his hand, and he was on his way.“We need a chalk board and a cork board for the kitchen,” I said. “Places to leave notes, that kind of thing.”“What about one of those new boards you can write on with a special marker and wipe off?” Elyse offered.“That would be cool, but I don’t know how expensive they are,” I said.. I'll show him...Peter correctly read the anger on Bridge's face, even though her face was upside down. "You have something you want to say to me, does it involve goodbye?" Err, no, I really like this hair cut, may I keep it please?" No, I like women with shorter hair, I think you look sexier with shorter hair, and in addition, with short hair I can watch you suck cock and pussy without the hair in the way. OK ladies you can stand up now, be sure you clean Tammy's fingers." Bridget was so happy.