It was the "male" thing, the pride of ownership, and maybe ego. She hugged Tim to her and said, "Truthfully, I'm not sure what the word really means. ...owever, I know that you're not a wimp. You're as much a man as anyone I have ever known!" she said sincerely, then paused. "I know this sounds incredibly self-serving, but I think you are more of a man because of what we do." What do you mean by that?" Tim asked curiously."Well, I don't believe most men could handle it. A man has to be very. It was way too unlikely to be an accident. “You should call the police.”“Call the cops? For vandalism? They won’t be able to do anything.”“Maybe, maybe not. Didn’t you say a few weeks ago that your babysitter saw a car at your house? How do you know it’s not the same thing?”“John, that’s crazy!”He pushed back. “You should call the cops. I’m your friend as well as your lawyer. Listen to me.” He turned me back to my desk and pointed at the phone.I muttered, “This is nuts!” and then dialed 911.. I know I just have to accept it but it keeps going around in my mind like an endless loop.Cindy received a bouquet of flowers today at work. She and Brad were celebrating the four-month anniversary of their first date. I was very happy for her and I told her so. All the other guys just mocked her out and made a lot of crude jokes. It started me thinking how much different things might have been if I had become a physical woman. If I had been a real girl like Cindy maybe someone would have sent. There she told me that she was going back to home telling lie that she was not feeling well.at that time my mom asked me to drop her at home and bring some items from city and come back for marriage time(at 3pm night),so we both left from there by taking my car.i have no time so was full speed to home at 150”160 speed.in the middle i told her thanks for accepting my wish.we both went to house.i first entered house and aftr some time she came by wearing a nighty from back side of my home.i am.