I really enjoyedbonding with the little girl. After that we all went for a long walk upthe beach and played in the surf until it was time to go home. ...elindaheld my hand the whole time. It was so easy to give my heart to thislittle girl, just like I did with her mother.We stopped at a Burger King on the way home and had our dinner. Anitainsisted on buying. I wasn't worried about it not being a guy thing sinceshe probably made a good salary and supported herself and Belinda.Arriving back home we. I would just have to be brave. I put on some very nice sandals in the same color and put my hair high up in a ponytail. ‘Phew!’ I heard a low whistle behind me, and turned to see my husbands approving stares. ‘God you are a beautiful woman.’ He said. I wanted to cry out ‘What about my sags? What about my wrinkles?’ but I knew that my courage and my confidence were essential now. I had to get this man to belong to me entirely again. And insecure mates are not attractive. I walked toward Peter. For his 9th grade service project he offered to teach the poor kids to play an instrument. Three days a week he would take a poor kid home with him and tutor them. In this manner he had his first sample of exotic females – something other than the white middle class he babysat for. The variety was well received by his customers as well. His first taste of dark was 8 year old Nevaeh. She lived with her mom and grandmother which probably explained why she had not already been despoiled when she. I danced with Barb. The girls turned down several guys who thought I was enjoying more than my fair share of the beautiful women — they were gentlemen, though, and left us alone after giving it a try.By midnight I was done. The girls had been drinking wine and giggling while I danced. "Take me home!" I said.Lisa laughed. "You don't think we're done with you yet, do you?" Home!"Amanda took pity and talked the others into heading back to our inn. When we got into the sitting room, I started to.