Bigshot. Oh my God, you don't remember breaking up, do you?"I shook my head."I have a good idea how much it hurt her," I said. "But no, I don't rememb...r it at all." So you're, like, still in love with her."Tanya had said the same thing, but I hadn't put it in the context of my "memory loss." The last thing I thought about before I went to sleep on Christmas Eve last year was how much I was looking forward to Cammie Rowe — chubby, metal-mouthed Cammie Rowe — coming back from her trip. Jeanne's. He recalled to his memory the night so many years past. Way to much to drink, trying to keep his footing, talking to himself as he made his way home. He had tried to remember what caught his attention first, was it the scent that had drifted and mingled around him, the heavy smell of wet leaves mixed with the earth, at first not pleasing to him, but as it swirled around him it brought to him such erotic feelings as if being caressed by a thousand hands. The music yet not music high on the tree. As she acted like she hadnt noticed she saw a note on a table with a strange handwritting lifted it and scurried out and on to work. the note and the nude photos in the envelope confirmed it all. We talked for some time about her situation and she had already decided she was getting out of the relationship but not sure how. but before hand she wanted some revenge. when she said this i got a bit worried, was she going to ask me to rough him up, i was nt going to that. her plan was she wanted to. Morning when i wake up mom was not there i got up from bed and searched my mom she was in kitchen cooking i went and hugged her from back, she felt a bit hesitant me too but i just hugged her and then pressed her boobs she blushed and told that it is really paining,, she asked me to press it soft, i was so happy to hear this,, i feel like im the happy man of the world,,, Life went like this we enjoyed life so much when ever we are alone,, mom and me share all,, we don’t shy to each other we.