."Her voice croaked and she grimaced at the raw sound. Christine winced as she felt her cheeks burn crimson. She paused and cleared her throat."I am C...ristine Wolner and I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Madame. Monsieur."She bobbed a slight curtsey before turning to retrieve her bag from the floor. Placing it on her shoulder, she graced the pair before her with an awkward and wooden smile."Now, if you will excuse me. I must be on my way. It was a pleasure meeting the both of you.. I have a fair complexion. My body may not look like a fashion model’s but still I consider myself hot. My boobs have not sagged much and are still firm. My ass is round and the way it moves while I walk can still give men hard on. My slight concern is my stomach. It’s a little flabby now but hey I am 40+.The last few years of marriage was very frustrating for me sexually. My husband was now 50 and he was losing interest in sex! Our lovemaking was becoming like a chore rather than a pleasure. We. It was sad that she was so worried about money. I was ready to ask her if she wanted to get married when I found out she was more interested in money than she was in me. We were good together. We went out on one more goodbye date and had sex the entire night. I knew I would miss her but would be better off without her. She did end up meeting a doctor and was married a couple of years later. I had seen her and her new husband at a New Years bash. She still looked great and had that bubbly. Raw emotion. In this case, pure terrorAround her, candles lit on their own accord, forming a perfect circle around the center of the basement. Their perfect alignment, wrought iron stands standing to attention, did not match their upset state from her last visit to the shack. Did someone sneak back to rearrange them? Was this some stupid prank? Either way, Melissa did not appreciate being spooked or scared or shocked. The white wax slowly dripped from countless candelabras, coating the space in.