I hate the word, but it’s a good description of how I felt. I had butterflies in my stomach, but I was also jumping up and down, totally ready to go... It must sound kinda crazy, but I couldn’t even sleep at night. We didn’t see each other on Monday. Matt’s parents were due to come back on Thursday, so we had a lot of time to spare. (My place was, of course, occupied by my family.) Matt actually invited me over on Monday. I ended up going over on Tuesday. I lied to him, and said that I was busy. “Don’t be shy. Tell us where we can find a bar that has lots of pretty women who are anxious to help a guy to have a good time.”Abbey blushed, and shook her head as if she did not know the answer. Of course, she knew exactly where such bars could be found, but she did not want to let these foreign men know that she knew. So, she retreated from the table and left the men to their discussion, although she was curious to know why Joe had suddenly asked her this question in public instead of in the. My wife. I still find it strange to say that. My wife. As arranged marriages went, ours was decent. Allison, my... wife, worked from home, took care of the house and even made my lunch on occasion. She is smart, rather witty and independent. She is pretty in that way that all young women are, in that there is an attractiveness in her youth and confidence. While she may not be an incredible beauty, she has an appeal. With her long black hair and dark brown eyes, she looked and dressed like any. “Do you smell her?” Dan asked tilting his head up and inhaling deeply. “Is it only me who smells Laura’s Charlie perfume?” He looked up and could feel his skin tingling to the thought that Laura’s spirit could be with them.“I smell it too!” Karen agreed. “Is either one of you wearing Charlie perfume?” she asked looking to Wendy and Tina. They both said, no.“I’m getting goosebumps!” Karen remarked, squeezing Dan’s hand.“I can still picture Laura when she saw me spill my coffee on you at the.