" She grabbed a fistfull of his hair and and pulled tightly, the angry look of her eyes boring into his pleading ones. "Don't even bother to be sorry ...bout your affair, nothing can forgive it, so i do not want to hear you sorry excuses, get ready to learn the lesson." He looked with pleading eyes into hers, hoping, beyond reason, beyond possibility, that he would be spared, would be released, but no help from her. She walked around him once, twice, patient, expectant, calm, allowing the fear he. ‘Had a GREAT time, Paige, can’t wait till next time :)’ The words brought a huge smile to my face and I quickly replied. ‘Me too, Aaron, thanks again for dinner.’ I wanted to stay casual but still make sure he knew I was interested. I sat my phone down and went to my bedroom. I slowly started peeling off my clothing, first kicking my shoes aside then my skirt and shirt. When I was in only my bra and panties, I moved to the full length mirror to examine myself. I could definitely stand to lose a. I told her I was recently divorced, and had two teenage kids. At first I thought this news would be difficult to her, but she only wanted to know the circumstances of my divorce. I told her the truth, and she told me that she would never cheat on me.After a few months of correspondence and video-chat, we planned for me to go to Laos to meet her. I used my secret money fund for the trip (it had come in handy, after all!). I travelled to Vientiane (where Laya worked) via Bangkok and Laya and her. She lazily blew the smoke over the bar past big ol' Tom. “Yes, memories,” she sighed, and removed her shades, exposing her eye-catching rippled skin malformation, “especially David, but I'll come to him later.” ------------- The hardest part was not the ephemeral physical pain. It was the more lasting psychic pain. It became a habit for mine to wash my wounds in front of the mirror. Whether it was my mom, my dad, or me who did it. I insisted on enduring the sight of my forever scarred face.