It's my forte and I haven't been wrong yet, at least not on anything major. Please marry me, just say yes now, we won't set a date and if you want to ...ack out it will be your decision and I'll respect that. Please?" God, you are one persuasive person. I have this feeling deep inside me that it would be right to say yes but I have an employment contract and I must honour that. You..." Yes, I understand but please say yes; I won't stand in your way..." Please don't do this to me I'm so. My haters will never stop!Time to tweet. Donald grabbed his phone and readied his thumbs.“The haters in the mainstream-”“The hateful media constantly brings up about Russia. Yet look at the-”He stopped. He needed something more positive. Enough with the angry rants. Focus on your successes! Tell them you’re making America Great Again. MAGA! And Mike did say to stop mentioning Russia.“Despite the constant negative press coverage,” he attempted to type as he heard a door slam. However, the sudden. "Surprisingly, I'm not sure that I'm ready for that either," he admitted."OK, I'll keep that in mind," I said. "I'm going to have a conversation with Amy as well, and try to set some limits there. That way, we'll all know where we stand. After all this goes down, we may need to have a conversation between the four of us." Are we becoming swingers?" he asked with a wry grin."I don't know what we are becoming," I said. "Our daughter has certainly opened a can of worms, hasn't she?" I'm not sure. Thought I shut the computer down…but found out later I some how disconnected from the web, but kept the camera on. This turned out to be fortuitous or contentious depending on how you look at it.Work was a bitch that day and ended up having to work well into the evening. So much later, Sam and Sara had already gone to bed by the time I got home.Thought about just grabbing a book and going to bed when I noticed that the computer was still on and the camera light was blinking.Shit…forgot to turn.