A nice-looking well-starched lady dressed in white with a little cap on her head came out and introduced herself to me as Mrs. Brown. I told her my na...e was Rich and she told me to follow her.Well, I followed her down a long hall, which smelled pretty heavy to say the least. We ended up in a lunchroom. (A nice one that I later found out was the nurses' only dining room).The interrogation began in earnest then! I mean of all the stupid questions, why was she asking me if I liked girls? Of course. An ex-boyfriend turned out to be a psycho when I dumped him and he blackmailed me into doing stuff I still regret. I felt so trapped and vulnerable, I didnt think I could turn to anyone. Eventually I got help and got out the crazy situation but its left me with serious trust issues. Sometimes I get scared these things may come back to haunt me and ruin things for me but so far so good! Lets hope it stays that way. Fingers crossed! Jamess story Dreading my 30th birthday Ive become a party. It is simply because i hate it. I hate the conversations (always the same) i hate the girls crying for attention, i even hate my own husband with this setup...Anyway i don't need their attention in this kind of place, because every guy around is simply staring at me, when i walk or when i am lying down by the pool. Yes i know that my shape is beautiful, but there i really felt so special like a goddess. I always have a sunglasses on. Not because of the sun just to look at the guys watching my. As I sit in my car waiting for Logan to end his boyish conversation with his friends, I admire his frame and general beauty. I dont know how this happened, but I think that I was falling for him now. I see Logan ends his conversation with his friends and is heading back to my car with a smile on his face once he sees me. I unlock the passenger side door and he comes in. Sorry Ryan, we were just talking about our next game. he explains. Not a problem, ready to go? Mhmm. he says with a smile. I.