She is 5'9", 120 pounds, and 36-25-37 with flaming red hair and bright green eyes that melt your insides when you look into them.I lost my nice guy st...tus just over three months ago when Candy, my brother Jim and I were at a party. Jim is a volunteer fireman and his beeper went off halfway through the party. He asked me to see that Candy got home ok and then he took off - his red and blue lights flashing. When the party broke up I helped Candy, who was feeling no pain, out to my car and propped. The door opened, “You mother fucker!” I knew I was dead; Angie looked ready to kill me on the spot. Rocco talked to her a little bit, two guys grabbed me and brought me into the bathroom. I pleaded with them. Angie told me, “You have until the end of the week to get me my $7,500, you have until the end of next week to get Rocco the $2,500 and your going to pay interest of $250 to Rocco and me for putting us in this position.” I thought I caught a break until one of the guys grabbed the back. Naturally Mrs. P. wanted to save the roses. She disappeared for a minute then re-emerged, bringing with her a basket to hold the roses. I untied the bow and proceeded to remove the prized flowers. Mrs. P walked backwards in order to guide me down the hall towards the kitchen. She warned me at the most, three times to be careful. As we navigated the turn at the kitchen, I saw the time on the stove clock. It was 11 minutes to ten. I wanted to ask why even one light hadn’t been turned on. I. I smiled and pulled away to look at you. “I missed you too.” You smiled, brushed my cheek with your finger pushing my cheek up to your face. Our lips touched with passion as your arms tighten around me and slightly picked me off the ground. Once you sat me down, you lead me inside my house hand in hand. I changed my clothes and washed up in the bathroom. When I returned to my room, you had already started a movie and was comfortable in my bed. I lay beside you, under your arm as you kissed.