As we drove back, I started having pain behind my belly button. By the time we returned I couldn’t even stand up straight from the pain and cramps.B... the time I got home the pain was so intense I told my wife that I needed to go to bed and see if lying flat would bring me any relief. After about an hour, the pain just built up, becoming the worst pain I have ever experienced. My wife, who was out in the barn, could hear my screaming all the way out there almost 100 yards from our house. She. “In public, we are going to go out of our way to enact social situations that display the image we all set out to portray – an image that deflects any suspicion of either a father-daughter-BFF relationship or a mother-son relationship.“I have been jotting down ideas of things to do to promote that image, at least for myself. They include things like walking around the neighborhood holding hands with someone my own age or close, holding a neighborhood cocktail party to get to know our neighbors. "I am over searching for my Skarsgard, pretty boys want super models," She rolled her eyes. "I am starting to see why you always dated older guys. They're more discerning and less concerned with the packaging." Will you stop that?! You're gorgeous. You just haven't met the right guy yet. It's not like you never get asked out or date." Josie scolded her friend who seemed to be in a constant battle with her insecurities."Here's to finding someone fun," Mica raised her glass and Josie lifted hers. He was setting up his own gear when she returned to the barn. ‘All fixed,’ he said. ‘When the jack comes loose like that, it loses electrical contact.’ ‘That was fast. You’re pretty damned good, aren’t you?’ She was squinting again. ‘Um, I guess so. I mean, I know how to fix amplifiers pretty well. Is there something wrong?’ Josie stepped into Jon’s personal space and planted her finger into his chest. ‘If I ever hear about you beating Marla, there will be fucking hell to pay,’ she hissed. ‘You.