’ Mother walks over by me toward my father. I am scared but I unfold my pocketknife, and when I have my mother’s back I stab her on the inside of ...er left thigh. She turns and hits me with the poker, knocking me unconscious. According to father, mother keeps on screaming at him until she collapses from blood loss. The prosecutor tried me as an adult, which was a mistake on his part. The standards of proof are much higher than they would have been in juvenile court. My father testified my. ”“Right,” Cynthia agreed. She laughed. “So maybe we should have our own private ceremony...”“Hey, hold that thought,” Sarah said. “Mention it to Dad this evening, okay? So how should Dad and I answer the letter?” she laughed. “Any doubts about what we’ll say?”“None at all, Mom,” Roger grinned.“Yeah, not at all and our birthday is in less than two weeks, too. Then we could refuse as adults,” Cynthia commented.Later, when the family was eating dinner, Cynthia mentioned her comment about the. I need to go…”.. my friend the tailor quickly.. started taking her measurements… and held her boobs and started squeezing her… she pushed him away.. and told “i’m naked for measurements only why are you squeezing me?” my friend told “ma’am juat wanted to ask you how tight should the clothes squeeze you” my girlfriend said “not much it should just fit.. now show me yr designs”.. she chose the design also naked and wore the clothes and left.. i hit my friend and told.. wow man.. nice customer... The moment I have any hope that she loves me back, I’ll ask her to marry me and keep on asking until she says yes.’ By this time the sniffling stage was long past. It was outright weeping over the phone, in fact, it sounded like weeping in stereo. ‘Charlie, you don’t know if you can even get back to Chicago tonight or even if Amy is in the city. Tomorrow you can go looking for her. I promise you there will be somebody here who can drive you back into the city whenever you want.’ ‘But Mom…’ ‘If.