She used to have late night talk’s and early morning gud morning’s. She was in a relationship with a guy near her home and she showed his photo to...me. I saw the photo and said to her that he was not a match to her. I dunno what changed her mind as she started avoiding her. Our relationship developed into love and then sex talk’s.She used to talk till 3am and then go to sleep. On sunday’s she used to roam with me and we used to go temples and also for movies. She really liked me a lot and always. ”She nodded. “I hadn’t really thought about that,” she admitted. “I don’t want to miss out on my son’s life because of obesity. Maybe I should look into a serious gym membership.”“We can talk about that after the holidays,” Brad told her. That was his attempt to get her to back down so that he could save the money that a gym membership would cost. “For now, let’s just enjoy our evening.” He turned toward me. “It was good to meet you, John,” he said with a smile that looked a little smug from my. "Are you ok?" I asked her."I'll be fine," she said as she looked away from me. Her sadness was overwhelming me. "But, would you mind staying down here with me for a bit? I really wouldn't mind some company this evening," she asked softly in a voice that was so soft and delicate it seemed to float in the breath of the ocean breeze.How could I refuse such a request? So, I stood next to her for a bit. Instead of gathering her into my arms, I slowly moved my hand and gently took hers in mine. She. My father was afraid of using guns for fear of drawing attention to our cabin and my mother. We hunted almost exclusively by bow and arrow and trapping.”“The same with us, at least from the perspective of the guns.” He picked up my bow and felt it, then pulled on the string. “This is a tight string and strong pull. You’re able to handle this?”I was busy with the arrow, again. I didn’t bother to look up to acknowledge the question, except to say, “It’s my bow, isn’t it?”“May I?” I indicated for.