She has been in a job that has strange hours that are mostly opposite of my work schedule. As I found out she set her own hours.One evening I had had ...nough and I asked her what was going on, I told her I loved her with all my sole but she was tearing my heart out treating me the way she was and ignoring my needs. She said she loved me and that she was just too busy and tired from working different hours. That is when I began to think she was cheating on me. She insisted that her best time to. The first two nights she went out and didn’t get back till 7am, I knew what she was did. I was probably even a bit jealous. The next night, when she came in at 1:30am with a guy and started making out in the middle of the room, my heart started to race. I said to myself, “oh my god, is she going to fuck him in front of me?” I was unsure if I should leave but, it seemed awkward to get up and leave. It seemed safer to pretend I was asleep. I could hear them kissing a few feet from my bed. I. "C'mon, we to be quick!!" He yelled as he ran to the horse stables, grabbed a horse and a carriage set the horse up, pushed Faye into the back and he jumped into the drivers seat and flicked the reins to make the horses gallop."Was pushing me in the back really needed?" Faye complained as she stood up and walked over to the window."Yes" I see" Faye said. The awkward silence surrounded them like a mist. When it was night, and they had finally stopped to camp, they were only about 1/3 of the way. I don’t look completely out of place in my jeans, but the skull t-shirt outs me. ‘Parlez vous anglais?’ I ask the Maitre d’ with a hopeful smile. ‘Yes,’ he says evenly. ‘Do you have a reservation?’ ‘I think so. Leo Pananan.’ His fingers fly over the keyboard, eyes scanning the computer. ‘Yes. Your party is already here.’ A short, brown skinned girl dressed in a conservative black dress appears beside the man, seemingly out of thin air. ‘Aisha will escort you to your table.’ ‘Moroccan?’ The.