’ ‘Sure. I’m glad nothing is wrong.’ Biting wits those Goldbergs. She gave me directions to find her office and I packed up some books for stu...y. I could read them in her office. I felt terrible. This is why you don’t get emotionally involved with anyone. It hurts. It sucks. I cranked up the music on my radio and sang along with gusto. It kept my mind off my problem, some of the time. I couldn’t think of any way to approach it. I couldn’t think of any reason it was happening. All I could do was. Not to worry, they’re turning the plane around and we’re heading to Washington, but I don’t think they’re planning on doing anything rash. However, we did hear that an airplane just like ours had been flown into one of the twin towers in New York. Some of the passengers seem to think that these hijackers are planning the same thing, and since we’re heading to Washington, it may be the White House they’re aiming for. A few think that if we leave them alone, they’ll do what they’re going to do. He had also provided the information to her lawyer. I guess he hadn’t got in touch with her. Unfortunately for everyone, the address provided on the account turned out to be the law office. I had virtually disappeared. In the months that followed, Jessica and James were born. Bev continued to try to find me, to no avail since the internet was fairly new and she didn’t have the knowledge or resources to use it, and she didn’t have any idea where to start looking. Now she was a single mother with. I am a white married woman in my early 50’s, fit and athletic, about 5’6 135 with still firm 36c breasts, medium length auburn hair, and green eyes. I am a former college guidance counselor, a tennis player and avid jogger, a lady in the streets and a vixen between the sheets. My husband and I have been married for 30 years and quite frankly, our sex life has become stale, boring, almost non existent. We fuck maybe twice a month and quite frankly, he really just doesn’t do it for me anymore..