A few times we met up to have a drink and for him and dad to “catch up”. To be honest, he kinda turns me on. He’s tall, has a great body, okay h...’s starting to get bald but in a good way, he has these piercing blue-greyish eyes and he wears glasses. He usually dresses rather casual with a black shirt, some jeans and a jacket which make him look like a “bad boy”, if I dare say so. I’ve been fantasizing about him ever since I met him. He has a really dark and sarcastic sense of humour, identical. Aval intha societykaga paarthu bayapadugiraal endru therinthathu appozhuthu naan avalidam pechu koduka aarambithen neengal en maunamaaga sogamaagave eppozhuthum irukireergal endru ketten? Aval ennai appozhuthu thaan nimirnthu paarthaal avalavu azhagaga irunthaal pinbu enidam ondrum illai endru sonnal.Naan andru veetirku vanthu vitten pinbu adutha naalum avalin veetirju sendren kathavai thiranthaal naan avalidam aunty intha chocklet vaithu kolungal endru koduthen appozhuthu aval nee etharku. The trouble was next year. The costumes, a little big the firstt year, still fit us. Ruthie had a fit. She was Raggedy Ann last year. Why couldn't she be Raggedy Andy? We all tried to explain that Raggedy Ann and Ruthie were both girls, and Raggedy Andy and Ronnie were both boys. But hadn't Mary worn Raggedy Andy when she was little? We didn't have any other costumes, and mom was ready to call off our trick-or-treating. Finally she asked, "Ronnie, would you be willing to be Raggedy Ann? You. After that I began to notice my wife’s whole demeanor changed. She started swearing a lot, every other word out of her mouth was fuck, asshole, or bitch. She began to drink a lot at home and on occasion you could smell the aroma of pot around the house. She began wearing clothing only a biker chick would wear. Tight cut off shorts showing half her ass, black leather bras, black nylons, leather vests and very tight denim jeans. Even in public she was dressing like a biker’s slut. What happened.