.Nobody was there yet it was just me and my mom and my aunt and cusin , so we started talking then i went to my cusins room and said happy birthday an... i had got him black ops for birthday and then my cusin and his friend were both happy cuase it was black ops and then i was teaching them how to play for like 1hour till they bearly got it .So then ,i heard my mom call out my name i was like yes she said can you help your tia bring down some stuff from the garage i was like sure. but my mom. Her long gray hair, turkey neck, and crow's feet was not a problem for him."So, you're all alone?" Kenny asked."Afraid so", said Patty. "Do you know how hard it is for someone my age to get laid from time to time?" I can't imagine. It must be tough." Tough is not a word I would choose, man. This gal went places you wouldn't dream of. I was the type of gal guys wouldn't take home to their own mothers." You were that bad?" Oh, I was more than bad, trust me. You should have seen me at Woodstock. I. Far, far more than Earth. Things I had never imagined. Things that the human race’s brightest scientists had no idea even existed. I could focus on any bit of it or just ignore it, like a minor ache you’ve had for a while, something that you’d grown to ignore unless something caused it to flare up.“What am I?” she asked.“My wife,” I told her. I pulled her tight. “You’re the woman I chose to marry. To love. I made an oath with you, and I don’t like breaking it. I swore to stand by you through. He has a vibrant history with lots of lovers. She hasn't been around long enough to do more than go all the way with one person, which flies in the face of his preference for adventurous women. Yet he keeps coming back, rock-hard and persuasive. Does it make you feel good, knowing how much this bad girl wants to watch you? Maybe help you out a little?He's much more reticent than the talkative Lover One, to her relief. It would make it easier to keep their solo-yet-shared matrix strictly fun and.