Then the next. And the next. It’s easy to say “Burn the bitch, leave her, divorce her, cap her cheating ass” from the comfort of your Barcaloung...r a zillion miles away. You haven’t gazed into those mesmerizing gray eyes, run your fingers through that thick, rich, fragrant dark hair, held that warm, voluptuous body against yours, seen her smile, heard her laugh, been totally enchanted by that voice, that style, that everything, knowing there could never be another like her in your life ever. " he informs smiling at Jarod as Micheal stands up and walks over to him. She trips and falls against him. He catches her, smiling, "The food's not that good. Slow down OK?" But Micheal just looks down at the floor, sliding her hands inside her blue Jean's pockets.She sits down on the floor in front of the tray and picks up a little white paper cup holding 2 capsules. She automatically downs them and sips the water in it's twin cup. Then pushes the tray towards Jarod for him to eat her dinner.. I stopped totally for a moment, gawking, as she finished and stood before me like a sculpted work of art. Her body was perfect. Perfect. I would have given anything to have breasts like those; so well suited to the rest of her gorgeous frame."I'm not..." I protested, "I don't... I mean, with another woman... it's not what I..." I couldn't find the words to make her understand, and the fact that I also couldn't stop leering at her made the whole scene even more ludicrous.Again, she told me to. "Bit of an exaggeration," I mumble."Kinda like the way you 'exaggerated' about your relationship with yourparents?" Krystie says in an accusatory tone, before giggling and givingme a playful hug. "It's okay, it's okay, I forgive you... God knows you'venot exactly had it easy these past few months. Come on, let's see if wecan't dance away some of your stress!" I smile as Krystie leads me intothe dance studio where all of my other friends are waiting for me. Aftertying my hair into a ballerina's.