She said patting Jer. At least for the time being. Good, so if youre ready I just need you to sign a few papers then you can go home! Yay! Hand them o...er. About thirty minutes later, Marie walked out of the Hospital and got into Sarahs car that Jer had went and brought around. When she got in she asked Sarah who had gotten in the drivers seat to take her to the restaurant. When she started to protest Marie said, I just want to say hi to everyone and let them know I am okay. Alright. It took. Some girl was waiting there, apparently also the first-year student. You did not know how to behave with her and just sat on a bench next to her. Her attractive forms and pretty face could interest you but not today, and you turned your full attention to the other person present here.A woman secretary in a strict suit sat behind a huge wooden table. She looked about 40 years old, in big glasses, with one vertical wrinkle on her forehead and an attentive look at the papers on the table, and she. That's where I met her. Her name was Laya Bounxouei. She was beautiful, she was young (only twentythree), and she was smart. She was a university graduate who had a good education from a Laotian high school. Her father was a surgeon, her mother a nurse. She was interested in finding an American man. I started chatting with her, and we got along great. She was fluent in English. Did I mention she was beautiful? She was tall for a Laotian gal, 5'3, with long black hair, dark eyes and light,. Unfortunately, you’re interrupted by a knock on the door. You hurriedly minimise to your desktop and say “Come in.”It’s your mother, Kelly. She’s 36, having had you very young due to an accidental pregnancy that turned into a blessing, or so she always says. She’s few inches shorter than you, with a curvy body that she maintains with an active yoga regime, and long dark brown hair that she’s wearing loose today. Your friends are always teasing you about having a hot mom, and you can objectively.