"Oh so you have k**s"? I asked. "Yeah but she is married now to one hot chub" (0-0)Yes I didn't let that go... One because if you read my other confes...ions and two A compliment is a compliment and when you always looking in the mirror grabbing your belly or ass and trying to fold it in the right way so your thinner...but you can't and it juggles back and you exhale and then notices your manboobs look a bit larger(or do they) and you raise your head a bit to create less chins then a china town. For golf clubs, I headed back to Play It Again Sports. It took me an hour and a half to find a set of clubs I liked that would fit my height and long arms, but when I was done, I was happy. Of course I bought a new bag for the set, balls, tees, shoes, the whole nine yards.Back at the house I quickly filled the garment bag, glad that the dress shoes would fit in the bottom of it.The tennis bag got all my tennis gear, white socks and all. That kept the cabin bag limited to 'regular' clothes, golf. “ he demurred.“Get in and close the door before the bugs get in” I demanded, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. He subsided into the deeply padded leather seat beside me, refilled my glass upon request and poured a dribble for himself. Widening my big green eyes upon him, I declared “You’ve been such a marvelous driver up until now and I shall tell everyone to ask for you. You’ve been attentive to my every need.” He sat erect in the seat, holding his wine glass close to his chest. I. ‘Master please come back, I promise not to break another rule.’ she cried between her sobs. I sat quietly in the chair watching her cry. She would rock back and forth, sobbing and crying. Sometimes mumbling something, after a while the tears stopped and she sat there quietly on her knees. Her head bowed and her body broken. It was 12:05 she started to mumble that she would be a good girl and she began to sob again. I would hear her, as she talked to herself, sometimes mad at herself for what.