Was the house wife as we tried to have a c***d. That failed and by 40 I got depressed. Dr's told me to find something to occupy my time. I took a job ...s a dispatcher at the police department. Work might night to eight and this is this shift my husband works. Worked with a man who I find exciting and sexually desirable. I giggle like a school girl when he was around. I finally told him he was an amazing man. Being six feet six she fills the door when he walks in. His pretty blue eyes and his. Moving his mouth only slightly he whispered in her ear how wonderful she looked and how happy he was to see her. She was happy to realize that his hand stayed around her waist as he ordered her a glass of wine. As the night wore on they were having such a good time, completely forgetting the time or the amount of alcohol that was consumed. When final call came at the bar, she realized that she was quite drunk. He was a little less so and decided that she should not be driving, in all honesty. I looked up at his face. Shit, he was the only person who knew. The only person I could talk to. ‘She’s gone to see her parents.’ ‘Why?’ ‘I don’t know.’ I ran my fingers through my hair again, gripped the nape of my neck. My eyes were watering. My voice strained. ‘I don’t fucking know. Why won’t she talk to me, Wes?’ My chest was tight, it was physically hurting. Seeing her so cold, so empty like that, had shaken me to the core. She could just do that? Switch her affections off overnight? I. “That is way too much!” Amanda added.“Just take one step at a time. Momo, Sonja, Chloe, Leah, and Jenny all had the same reaction when they first started. I’ve built up plenty of experience in teaching others how to read. Here, I know a way to get you interested. Lola, can you write this letter here, then this one, the first one again, and then this one?” She took the pencil, first holding it the shovel way, but I showed her the proper form. She wrote down the four letters. “Good, now Amanda,.