After I finished off my second beer, I was feeling pretty good. I heard the music to quiet down and people to start to leave.After all, they figured ...y mom would be home around midnight.I came out and helped a couple of the last sober ones clean up the house. My sister and Jan were stumbling around a lot, so I directed them to my sister’s room.After everyone left, it was about 11:30. I still had a while before mom got home to take my pictures.I was still feeling a little buzzed and very. I saw she was sitting there with her eyes fixed on his.The black man suddenly leaned down and kissed Ana’s red lips. She struggled to avoid him at first, but he held her in place and I could see his large tongue explore her mouth.She suddenly let out a grunt and her eyes rolled; I then saw her mouth widen as she gave in and allowed his tongue to probe her. After kissing her deeply in front of me, Chet led again my wife to the dance floor. But he soon brought Ana back to our table.She had a look. Maybe that is still on option.”“Who is this Mela?” Ashley asks, letting all her curiosity show. “Do I have competition?”“I don’t know,” he mumbles. And when Ashley cocks up an eyebrow at him, he says, “I mean. I don’t know who she is. I guess I just meshed you together with my wife and dreamt some crazy fantasy that I just haven’t quite been able to get out of my head.”“Well, I obviously have some kind of competition,” Ashley acknowledges, standing from the chair. “Even if that competition is. "What's the matter?" I'm sorry," I started. "I feel like such a fake compared to you.You're the real deal and I'm just, well you know." I know," she said tenderly, "but we all have to start somewhere.There was a time when I was just like you and with all the insecuritiesthat go with it but, bit by bit, I dealt with them either by realisingthat my worries were groundless or, as with the boobs, making changestowards becoming the person I wanted to be. I could argue that myboobs are just as fake.