Southern hospitality is delicious—strips of crisply fried bacon that weren’t burnt, basted eggs that had perfectly solid whites and runny yolks, g...its with a big pat of butter melting in the middle. Mrs. Teasley suggested that I try them with a little salt and pepper or break my egg yolk and sop it up with the grits. Maybe the best thing was the fresh-baked bread that was still so hot it was hard for her to cut. And the real butter was a treat. I usually content myself with a smear of omega 3. So that’s me.When Dad asked me how I could afford the new BMW convertible, I told him my income. He whistled and asked how a girl two years out of college made that much. I just pointed to my head and my body. He almost asked another question but stopped. We never spoke of it again.My boyfriend, yes I have one, knows exactly what I do and accepts me for who and what I am. That is precisely why he is my boyfriend. It’s not for sex per se, because I have other cocks in me, on average, twice a. M. yesterday after a 44-year name of Didier came to me after taking a visit a gay dating site online. I was alone at home, my wife was working all day I greeted wearing a dressing gown beneath a pink nightie that I stole my wife, I'm back in the living room which I prepared the coffee, we chatted drinking our coffee, then said to me "you're naked under your robe?" I replied "almost" when he said "let me see" so I lifted and removed my robe and when he saw my nightie he made "hummm very exciting. Every American eye was glued to their televisions, watching the atrocity. The president is somewhere, hidden, and the vice president is going nuts trying to keep people calm. I couldn?t believe it. Even Colin Powell was coming back home. I just couldn?t believe it. By one, there was still no complete clue on who this was, and the president is still in a sealed location, he had made somewhere a presidential defense base. His tapes earlier had exactly what I expected they would. Nothing but.