’I stared at her, could I believe what she was saying? ‘What do you want me to do?’She smiled, ‘Nothing you don't want to do.’‘Do you want...me to give it up?’ I asked, fearing the answer.‘I already said, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. All I think is that now it’s in the open, you don't need to keep it a secret any more if that's what you would like.’I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She took my hand across the table, ‘I have never had reason to doubt you love me,. She is one of those perfect picturesque angelic white girls, 4''11 tall, 90lbs, a nose that is tilted upward a little, long blonde hair and big brown eyes and she has tiny little 32A breasts that she rarely covers with a bra because she complains bras always make her breasts look even smaller. She is often mistaken for someone much younger than 18. I on the other hand am 5'1 and about 115lbs and because I never go outside I really pale plus I have very little body hair mainly on my armpits and. I called Victor the next Saturday. I was going to ask him to help me with one of our pinball machines. One of the flippers was sticking. It wasn't important, but it would get him over here. He was still living with his parents so I called there. "Hello." "Hi, Marge? This is Wanda. Could I speak to Vic, please? I have a little problem he might be able to fix for me." "Of course, dear. Just a sec. He's right here." "Yeah? Mrs. Ferguson?" "Hi Victor. I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be able. Opening the cabinets until I found the one with plates I took a large dinner plate off the shelf and began selecting fruit I thought we could use as finger food. I grabbed a small bunch of g****s, half a dozen strawberries, a handful of blueberries and two bananas. I found a knife and sliced an apple into wedges and placed a white cloth napkin over the whole plate. Opening the refrigerator I found an uncorked bottle of white wine. I had spotted Connie's wine glasses while I was looking for a.