But hey, who says romance is dead?I went upstairs to find my parents. My one brother, Charlie, had gone AWOL, along with his wife and three children a...d my mother was complaining. I swear, if there was an award for complaining, she’d win it hands down. Sometimes, I wonder how my father puts up with her. I carefully answered her questions about my life, embellishing the truth a little. White lies, right? She quizzed me about my efforts in finding a boyfriend; I told her I’d been on seven dates,. The meter maid Jenny Clark is a cute 5’ 5” 130lbs with b-cup breasts and long wavy black hair that she keeps pinned up. She loves how men constantly tell her she is too cute to be a meter maid. She also has been told by her co-workers she is too lenient with parking offenders. Like today she decides to look for the owner of the truck to ask them to move it instead of having it towed. She spots the bar and figures that’s where he has to be so she calls her supervisor before she heads on in.“I am. “That was some time later, wasn’t it?” Janet asked.I nodded, “Yes, I waited until she would have been six and then I tried checking all the infant schools for her, I think I almost found her when I was arrested and taken to the police station. While I was there I was served with a restraining order, stay away from my former wife and daughter. I haven’t seen either of them until today.” I said starting to feel miserable.“I don’t think Wendy’s happy.” Tania said.Janet and I both put down our. I reached home by 10 pm. Uncle was at home. Hence I did not meet her that night.The next morning after 10, I went upstairs and knocked her door. She opened the door and she was shocked to see me and she hugged me tightly and saying she missed me a lot. I gave her the saree which I bought for her. After seeing that, she started crying. I consoled her and said, “you would look very beautiful in this saree” and I went down.Soon I received a message on WhatsApp from her conversation went like.