I was never good at those. We got in her truck, and she drove to the beauty salon at the other end of the mall we work at. She said "Come on, you ha...e an appointment in 5 minutes." Now I understood the surprise. We went in and I signed in. As I was writing my name, I noticed that it was registered as Laura. I asked Betsy about this. "We still have a name tag made up from the last girl that quit, and that was her name, so now it's yours." Made sense I guess. After about an hour of. ”“I… it’s a poem- I – I wrote you a poem…” Greg heldit up for her, it wasn’t exactly the conditions heintended on giving it to her in, but the power of thewords would speak for themselves, he was certain, “…it…”“Really?” She said cheerily as she snatched it from hishands, “I always like to read while I’m taking a dump.”“A…” Greg uttered dumbfoundedly as Mishi wasted notime. ..You know best"Ooooo"Hi Sylvia...yes, I'm ok. I've spoken to dad, and yes, it looks like it's right. My mother was fucking him all along. So, chances are, it's him. Mind, he wasn't the only one shagging her, but dad thought he was the one..." What are you going to do?" "Well....nothing really. I'm hardly going to go in and say 'hi dad, how are you today?'.....no, I'll just play it by ear....all I can do" Ok Lesley...if theirs anything I can do....bye girlfriend....keep in touch"Lesley took a. She was fully awake now, and I gave her some chicken noodle soup. She said she needed to go, and as I helped her up, she found the cuts on her legs. In the bathroom, she saw what I had done to her hair. I had some plaster of paris that I was going to make figurines out of and paint during the winter. I cut the toe out of one of my socks and made a hole in the middle of it, slipping it over her wrist with her thumb through the hole. I mixed some plaster, I spread it over the sock with layers of.