More often than not she declined and tried to guilt trip me into coming home.It went on and on. Then on other nights when I'd come home, or on my nigh...s off, she was just the sweetest person in the world. I couldn't understand it. I grew to hate the Jekyll and Hyde personality that the liquor brought on. I began to feel sorry for her, because she obviously had a problem and I couldn't seem to help her. No matter what I did, she seemed to think I was causing her habit. She would go to work in. No, I didn’t.I kept up my love affair with my grip until I reached an orgasm and I unloaded my anxieties down the shower drain. Apparently there ware a lot of anxieties given the results when I heard a noise.I wasn’t sure where it came from as I turned both directions. I didn’t have my glasses on but a voice spoke up in German. “Oh shit,” I muttered and the woman standing behind me giggled. “Uh, do you speak English?”“I do, a bit,” was the response.It was ‘fess up time for me and I relaxed just. And then, “Are you okay? I want you to be happy, too.”George placed his pillow upright, against the headboard, and climbed into the bed beside Isolde. He pulled the sheet up to his waist, and turned towards her. She turned toward him, and reaching her right arm around his neck, kissed him softly. “I love you, George. I really do.” “I love you, too, “ George said, “you know that I do. I know it sounds silly, and maybe it is just because it’s the middle of the night and I am still half-asleep, or. She could see he was excited."Julie, I don't know what your Mr. Lane said to the people at the bank—but at 10:00 this morning I got a call from them asking me to come down."When I went down there they told me my previous mortgage rate had been reinstated—and that I could apply to make it a fixed rate if I wanted." Did they say anything else, Mr. Canfield," Julie asked, quite curious to learn what had actually transpired."Yes. The guy handling my loan did make the remark that—I must have some.