I really was frozen with shame. It’s one thing to be looked on like you’re a standard Liberal Arts fart or something. I get that every day, I was ...roud of that, it was who I am. But going out looking like a stripper in the Reserves? I didn’t know the guy personally, but I’d seen him plenty of times and vice versa. He clearly was forming a new idea of me. One not flattering.We managed to get out of the building without meeting any more human beings. Once out in the early morning air I felt a bit. Why, because he called me a lazy ass bitch, adding the divorce was my fault. I'm usually not a violent person honest.On the third day of Christmas, I told my true love, three curse words in French words. He still had two black eyes, and the divorce decree!On the fourth day of Christmas, I told my true love, oh hell, why am I calling him my true love, because he isn't! So I told him off, using four naughty words, to go with the three French words. In addition, his two eyes are still discolored. " She refrained from commenting that one of those places could be in her bed. She looked back and him and reluctantly admitted, "I'm responsible a little for you being here in the first place. If Sam and I hadn't…"Freddie nodded and dryly answered to avoid that subject, "Thanks." He thought on her offer for moments, weighing whether he wanted to go through the hassle of airport security and trying to fly back this afternoon. His day was blown right now and getting back tonight (and immediately. "No, not at all, I'd love it!"As the two s!sters disappeared off to the jacuzzi, Sinead turned to Lindsay and said, "You've been rather quiet lately - what's up?" It's… it's… it's…" was all Sinead could comprehend before Lindsay burst into tears."Aw, c'mere," said Sinead and clutched the sobbing Lindsay to her bountiful bosom.As she hugged her friend, she became aware that Lindsay was breathing hot air through Sinead's bikini top onto her chest and it was making her feel very horny."Lindsay, as.