One thing was certain. She and Frank were never going to move in with his parents.Gloria found her mood improving as she paced the perimeter of the Ju...ge farm. She could see Mr. Judge mending fences on the far boundary but did not bother to approach him. No, the man was tight-lipped and unfriendly. He would have to make the first move if they were ever going to be friends."Hey, you must be Gloria," a young masculine voice interjected into the midst of Gloria's reverie.Gloria stared around in. She slowly drove up to the parking area and waited as I did the same. I had really expected her to drive off, but she didn't, and waited as I went inside and got both of us a Coke. She told me to get in and she slowly drove to an innocent looking frame house just off of Hemphill on St. Louis St. Taking my hand, we walked around the back to a small cabin type garage. I must have looked puzzled because she said, Oh, This is my grandma'shouse and she lets me stay in the garage on Friday and. We had been friends for around 3 years. We spent a lot of time hanging around the local parks smoking cigarettes, drinking cheap beer and vodka and jus put generally being the sort of chavs you tended to find in the suburbs of most cities in the early 00's in the UK.We would spend all of our time trying to pull the local girls. Occasionally it went well and we would be able to encourage all kinds of bad behaviour. We would also spend time stealing porn from one particular girls dad. This was. She looks like a typical maarvaadi girl. Then we begin to chat every day night. She begins to talk very closely to me. I also felt very much comfortable with her. Even though I am 8 years younger than her we talked like college mates with no reservation. She gave her phone no to me and I begin to talk to her every day for more than 2 hours. She become very possessive if I didn’t talked to her on that day. Once she said she is not happy with her husband because he is not spending quality time.