So the following fantasy is what I'd do to the lying little dork if he came crawling back...~~~It's late on Saturday night and I'm woken up as my phon... is blowing up with messages, one right after another! What the fuck is going on? It better be important as I was having an interesting dream about Tom Holland in a leather corset. All the messages are from the same, unknown number. And they're picture messages.I open them up and the first one is a body shot of a guy in Marvel superhero boxers. She told him that she didn’t want to end things on a bad note. They walked and walked until they reached a deck. For a while, they sat on the deck, with their legs touching the water, and it felt like the old times all was well between them. But now, there was this huge invisible wall that had to be torn down. Finally, he believed her apologies to be genuine and agreed to be friends again. As they headed back towards the campsite, he asked her to sit on a bench with him. Now the thing about. ...My husband and i mostly have our vactation or holidays in African counrty's since im from Asia and my hubby from Europe its nice to visit it once a year.So also this year and we planned a trip to Zanzibar Tanzania , First stop Zanzibar Town we stayed in a hotel there for 2 nights before we wanted to move on.So after all the travel we got to the hotel and get to the chek-in desk to fix our room we got the key and a young boy to get our lugage to our room, i dont really know whybut the boy. Mmm hmmm… Oh really? And when did you become the fashion police?’ Tracy laughed, then listened, making eye contact with Amy. ‘Well, I’ll ask her myself.’ Tracy turned her face from the phone, ‘John says hello. He wants in on our outfit consultation. He wants to have some input on what you wear tonight.’ Amy laughed, then said, ‘Why don’t we let him vote on the three we have it narrowed down to? You can take a photo of these three outfits on the bed and send it to him.’ Tracy explained her.