More than once." That laundry wasn't fun.We stayed together for almost thirty years, deeply in love. Only death could separate us... which it did in 1...92 at the so-called Rodney King LA riots. An unidentified bullet took her life and a huge chunk of my heart. The killer was never found despite my desperate search. Alana deserved justice and I needed closure. We got neither. She was condemned as an instigator. I knew better. To me, even in my heartache, she remained my hero. Someone who couldn't. She spun around and pointed her heart-shaped ass at her husband. Her hands arranged the back of her bikini panties to resemble a thong – all the material pushed into her ass crack and baring her cheeks. “Think your brother will like this look, Stevie?” All her stricken husband could do was choke on the thought that his younger brother was even meeting his new wife let alone maybe seeing her on display like that. Suzanne giggled again as she went to get a cold drink and wait for their arrival. . I could have had more fun playing chess all this time if I pretended I held a pointy tit every time I moved my bishop."The bishop moves diagonally. It stays on its color," I explained. The mention of "tits" knocked me off purpose but now I resumed it. I was here to teach her chess."Bishop? Which one's the bishop?" she asked."That one," I said pointing to the white bishop in her hand.Sophia looked confused."The pointy tits," I said."Do you like pointy tits? Are they good?"Did she just ask that?. . yes and only then i would approach her on some "give me yo pussy bitch" type shit lolwell it turns out Ms.Auburn liked to smoke a lil reefa. One night she was on her way out and she happen to see me and a couple buddies smoking a j nearby and later that evening she ended up seeing me again and told me that she had seen me earlier smoking and if i can get any good stuff.obviously i told her "hell yeh" "i always get the best" she told me in her very sexxy broken english accent.."deez guy on di.