How did goofy old me end up with a date that looked like a Hollywood star? I had met Sally the year before at college. She was going out with a guy do...n the hall. She soon wised up to this guy and started dating guys more in her league. She and I hung out a lot, going to concerts or parties and even skinny dipping. Being seen with Sally was not only good for my ego but other gals immediately took me for a serious stud muffin. We had all sorts of misadventures and I am happy to remain her friend. Sometimes I can’t decide if I’m a “good girl” wrapped up in a “bad girl”, or if I’m a “bad girl” wrapped up in a “good girl”? You decide. But actually I’ve found my lying to be a very useful talent. But that’s another story. I don’t really know why I lie so much. Maybe it’s because I’m fragile. Inside I’m fragile. I act tough and people think I’m tough, but I’m not. No fucking way. I’m fragile so I hide. I don’t exactly feel like handing people a blueprint of who I am. Who knows what the fuck. Toute la famille fut en fête le soir quand il annonça la nouvelle. Kim et Sophie allaient rendre leur copines vertes de jalousie pour une fois.Robert : "Le commercial m'a expliqué que le seul l'avion était prévu, mais nous avons un petit budget alloué pour nous organiser une fois sur place. Il m'a donné quelques adresses d'un hôtel et d'un guide pour une excursion a dos de chameaux."Julie : "C'est super! Je t'aime mon chéri! Quand partons nous?"Robert : "L'avion part lundi matin, donc nous. I just thought it was puppy love on her part, and lecherousness on yours."Bob's mind fluttered to the third time last night, when he'd shown Mandy what doggy style was like. The image of her looking over her shoulder at him and going "Arf arf" and then laughing almost brought a smile to his face. But this was serious, so he controlled it."I guess I can't resist either of you," he admitted. "I don't know what to do about that except go somewhere else and stay away from you both." Well that's not.