Many a time back at home Sandy would drive Dad to and from his meetings, less there be another car accident.That evening the air was still hot and hum...d as the stench of sweaty men and their animals mixed to make Sandy try to pinch his nose. A young Nunji tribe girl named Saysa watched Sandy as he tried to become accustom of his new surroundings. A long and hot as humidly uncomfortable the night offered Sandy little sleep, leaving him to awaken as walking about that first morning, he blurry. "I assured her that I did, and I told her that I knew how babies were made, and one day when I married I hoped that I would marry a pretty lady just like her, and we would have lots of children.She blushed and seemed quite pleased with me.Then she said "So you think I am pretty Tony."And in my teenage honesty I said. "I think that you are very lovely, and I don't understand why you are not married, although I might get jealous if you did marry someone."To my surprise and delight at the time she. She was watching me as I typed away at the keyboard in the computer lab on the north side of campus. She was not young, not even my age. She was at that age where she was definitely someone's mom. Still, even with her short blonde hair streaked gray, she was nicer to look at then a blank screen and an empty mind in need of just another latte to be at full strength.A latte. The thought hung in my mind like a girl from a ceiling in a TM Quinn story. I got up from the table where I was working. I. And, finally, on March 30 my girlfriend ended our relationship. You could say I was devastated about the loss of my mom and grandma, not so much my girlfriend. Truth be spoken, the relationship wasn’t real. She was a beard of sorts. My true passion was having sex with escorts. I’d been that way since I was eighteen. Since I really couldn’t take escorts to family or work functions, I needed a girlfriend. That’s where Betsy came in. She was pretty, and well educated. She was the kind of girl.