Am I different? I knowthe sex part of my life is different, but am I different? Am I notnice? Am I not caring? Not fun to be around? Not sexy? No... cute? Notsmart? I'm at a total loss and I feel like I'm losing him. Maybe I'vealready lost him. That's the part that hurts so bad. I have this painin my chest that won't go away. I feel like my heart has broken.End Diary EntryDiary Entry: August 2008He told me he thinks I should move out. That things are not the sameanymore. I can't do. . don’t know his name.” she confessed. She thought about the release statement he signed. She didn’t check his signature, and the statement was back in the station with the rest of the paperwork.“Well, what do he look like?”“He’s ... Well, how’s that going to help you?”“Shit girl! Just cause I’m blind, don’t mean I don’t know what people look like! Look in this sto’ behind me! Look in dat windo’. I know what every person looks like, so don’t go tellin’ me what I know o’ don’t know!”Tricia. She called out to my wife and said I need her. My wife came in and her robe was undone. She asked the maid casually what was it? Now the maid just held my hips and pointed to my tented shorts which was rubbing her abdomen. My wife casually slipped the shorts and gave me two jerks and said she doesn’t have time for such small ones. Then she replaced the shorts back and seeing my hands on maids ass, took the maids hand and put it on my ass saying its only fair. But I said I had cupped her bare. "I'll talk to you later. Bye, Brody." He took off. "So, you're Ryan." Brody stared at the woman in front of him. She had on faded blue jeans, a GMU sweatshirt, and a well-worn leather jacket. Auburn hair framed a slightly angular face that had a light dusting of freckles over the cheekbones. Mischievous green eyes met his own. She was not what he had expected. She gave him a half-smile as she made her way over to one of the bags. "You were expecting someone with a Y chromosome." Brody felt.