No bets that Joe will put you back into your place ... lightning fast.Behind the bar in left-center field there is a swinging door that leads into the...kitchen. Some folks enjoy the bar chow here, but then again some folks enjoy major dental work or having needles poked into their private parts too. It's the only food I've ever eaten that makes me nostalgic for Army chow hall grub. Unlike the house tap beer, which is a microbrew especially chosen by Joe and always exceeds expectations, but. She was the oldest of three girls. Jill had to leave to get to class so they chatted a bit longer.Late Wednesday afternoon Jack was near Jill’s apartment and had thought of an excuse for dropping in. Perla answered the door, clothed this time and said that Jill was “busy”. He could see that her bedroom door was closed. That usually only happened when she was screwing. Seeing the disappointment on his face, Perla reached out for his hand as she said, “I’m not. Would you like to try me? Jill says. It’s not awkward, it’s just how it is. She’s tired from a very long drive. 17 hours is no joke. It must be nice to stretch her legs. She presses her body up against mine, putting her arm around my back and waist. My hand reaches up and sits on her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. We walk past a line of trees, the lake opening out in front of us. The swim tower is floating like a large white lifeguard chair, listing slightly from age. Rows of benches spread out in front of us in a. Une conversation bizarre, je ne m'adressais plus vraiment ? mon ex, mais ? une confidente, ou plut?t une copine. Je me retrouvais ? parler de mecs avec une fille, presque d'?gale ? ?gale. Elle me parla de Franck. Elle savait qu'il m'aimait intens?ment, qu'il voulait construire quelque chose de s?rieux avec moi. Mon traitement de Princesse n'?tait pas pr?t de se terminer. Cependant elle me mit en garde : c'?tait quelqu'un de possessif, et il ne supporterait pas que je puisse un jour le trahir..