She couldn’t help checking him out. Something about him made her stare, stare, stare. There was something more than an instant attraction, something...familiar about him, but what? She noticed how his eyes would search her, then dart away like he was shy. Maybe it was a male thing—checking out the action. That was cool with her, because he was the sexiest thing that had ever stepped foot in there. Her usual customers were men in their seventies and eighties, humped over, and trying their best to. Soon after their honeymoon Brian got a promotion and they purchased a bigger house. They moved away from the city into suburban Long Island. Diane was a good mother and very devoted to her family. family activities were rather normal: picnics on the beach during the summer and ice skating during the winter. Brian kept excelling at work which he paid for by having less time to spend with the family so Diane played a major role in raising their k**s. She was a great housekeeper and a great. But that feeling evaporated as soon as she gave the bottle to Paris.Paris took a single suck, and then pulled away, making a distressed noise. Sarah looked at the bottle, and then checked its temperature, it was fine. She sniffed it, and it smelt wrong; badly wrong, a dangerous smell, but one that she didn't know. Her heart stopped. What had she done wrong? She shut her eyes and ran through the preparation of the milk — no, she hadn't done anything wrong. She glanced down at Paris to check on. I was 18 when this happened, during our vacation aunt has planned a tour for 15 days . everything was pre planned and all the payments for the tour have been paid. we have packed our bags and landed at our destination we were waiting for a cab to arrive I got a call so I was talking on the phone and accidentally I dashed a guy he had a drink in his hand which fell off on my shirt, he began to yell at me and even tore my shirt and a quarrel started between us and to solve that my aunt and sis.