She thanked and said she wish to tone more. I said “you already have terrific body. Who knows you might look even more sexy after trimming more but ... was afraid that every man in street will go mad seeing you”. She was blushing and asked “do I really look that good. What is very special with me you like most”. I was hesitating to answer but with her confidence I admitted about her sexy structure with nice & well shaped breast, thunder thigh and sexy back and her viagara lips”. She was blushing. Why waste my time that way? I would much rather work for my dreams than waste my time with some guy.’ I don’t think I’m fooling anyone with that self-righteous nonsense. The truth of the matter is that sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend. But I do believe in what I say—although sometimes loneliness creeps in as if from nowhere. During the last several years I have had some pretty bad boyfriends. (Note the emphasis on the word bad.) There was Mike: the guy who, during sex, made a countdown. I knew Rachel would have to adjust a little, and that would be hard for her. But we could still run around, still go to our fine restaurants, still do crazy things.“We will make this work,” I told her, “We will do this together, I promise you.”“Yuh don’t have tuh marry me just ‘cuz we have a kid,” she said,”Yuh want me tuh be your ball and chain, or what?”“You aren’t my ball and chain,” I retorted with laughter, “You are my wings, you let me fly. Being away from you for the past year made me. „Darf ich dir zusehen, Mami?“„Was willst du?“ entsetzt sich Brigitte.„Ich will dir zusehen wie du pinkelst, bitte lass mich doch mal sehen“„Aber Robin, das geht doch nicht, ich bin deine Mutter“„Doch Mami das geht. Nur einmal, es bekommt auch keiner mit und danach vergessen wir das Ganze“„Also gut, aber nur dieses einen Mal. Komm her.“ Brigitte erhebt sich etwas, so dass Robin einen guten Blick auf ihre Fotze hat, und lässt ihrer Pisse wieder freien Lauf.„Mmh, das riecht gut Mami.“ Schwärmt.