Nothing new, and could usually give less than two shits. when i'm walking out, i happen to overhear them loudly whispering "did you see her?" so i lis...en. "it's disgusting all that muscle... she looks like a man with fake boobs. it's scary and ugly." says the other one. so i turned back around and said "excuse me?" and got right in one of their faces and threw the one who made the comment against the wall (with hardly any effort.) the one who hadn't said anything absolutely shit herself and. We really didn’t need it. We lived and loved with such passion, and we experimented when we wanted. Hell, John even bought us handcuffs and a blindfold to play with. We enjoyed life and each other, and our lives were never boring.With his travel, our moments together were always incredibly special. Or was that because we loved as deeply as we did? Was that because we appreciated what life was offering us, at our ages?And it wasn’t just when we were physically together. When he couldn’t be. He carefully slipped the jacket of her business suit from her shoulders, and hung it neatly on the chair beside the bed. He scooped her up in his powerful arms and deposited her gently on the bed. He slipped the kitten heel shoes from her feet, and gently laid her back on the covers. Next he kicked off his own shoes and socks and lay down beside her, wrapping strong arms around her and drawing her close to him. She was sobbing intensely and silently. There were no tears, just the. Just get dressed.”Asha wore her low waist skinny jeans and tight fit short white shirt. I wanted her to wear a short dress. But I didn’t say anything just because the jeans she was wearing were extremely low. At least 3-4 inches below her navel with a view of the strings of her black bikini.The short-fitted white shirt was also just up to her navel. And that was enough to drip saliva out of someone’s mouth.After she dressed, I said, “You wait for him in the hotel’s waiting room. When he calls.