No matter howbad, you never can hate your first. Here, romance, abuse, and love would bedefined, perhaps forever.Soon after, I slowly stopped dressing...as a girl. It didn't help me muchanymore, couldn't bring that sparkle of joy into my miserable existence.Here was another beautiful instrument, or perhaps many. The playershad played for much of my life, but now they bowed, solo's done.Here they left the band hall, passing into the night forever.After a certain Saturday, I realized why I had. "I think when the economy turns around my husband will get his job back. I think we can catch up then." She replied."What will you do until then?" he asked.I have a catering business I think if things go well, it will take care of us. We will at least no fall any farther behind." She replied, trying to convince herself more than Sam.Sam had access to all of her financial records and credit rating. He knew that she was struggling with the business. Several big accounts had not paid her. She had. . Ugh we all need still sGirl so we can teach her how to stop cGuy from keeping tabs and basically being like dGuy ... yoU guys up for a challeng. I need the old s back before my birthday so she is herself when u all meet who my #1 wss nd maybe just maybe tie with mGirl or become 1 1/2... Ugh I wish I could soend the night till 7 Im so tired but feeling that gspot in my vagina and he said I can have more in the morning and now thinking of the hotty nextdoor ohh that down right gorgeous woman. As the sun was at the horizon, we sat on the beach.“Arvind, do you love me”? She asked. “Yes dear I always loved you”, I replied. “You’ll leave me today; I want to remember you for life. You were the first male who touched me. The next was my husband”, she said as a matter of fact. “So, don’t you think I am special” I said smiling impishly to which she laughed.On seeing the setting sun she told me that it always reminded her of our unfinished love. At 7 pm we were back to the hotel restaurant..