In my dreams, my pillow became her lips. At night and every night, while I dreamt my dreams of her and of passion, she was mine. I watched my friends,...lesser lads than me in every way, date her for a time until, one by one, she cast them away. It appeared no man satisfied her. Then, in ’70, Arlene and I announced our engagement. We were with a group of friends who celebrated our news, but for Aileen. Instead of celebrating our good news and sharing in our happiness for one another, she appeared. I’ve also got a “restless bitch face” which is when your face seems always unhappy, even if you aren’t showing any emotion. This combination keeps people away, and much less likely to bother you for whatever reason; just the way I like it. I usually just fuck my brother when I get horny since he knows my body better than most other people, but sometimes I make the mistake of trying to fuck strangers. I'm only human, sue me.I always have to approach them, since strangers don’t come to me. And. This chick was less nervous than me and she wasn't the first girl I ever got a room with. But first preggo and prob youngest since college. (At the time. I was 33 when this happened, I'm 44 now and been w a bunch of barely legals since) so I rip into a Smirnoff and down the tiny bottle, then a clearly Canadian orange (who's bottle came into play later in the night) which I mixed another vodka into. She came out of the shower after like a half hour wrapped in a towel and one on her head. She was. . it's symptoms." What have you done?" We have both sinned ... against God and one another."She frowned in confusion for a second before her face shifted. "Oh." She was silent for a moment. "Who?"Sigvard thought. Their infidelity was a symptom of something ... But maybe it did not have to be a disease ... Maybe it could be something good? He decided to put all the cards on the table."Sara!" he called.Maja turned confusedly towards the door when the young maid cautiously stepped in and curtsied..