She’s second generation. She carries her voluptuous body proudly and confidently. She cooks Chinese, and loves to dress up in bits of Oriental finer....“So what are we going to do now?” Asked Lara, as we finished the meal. “It’s one boy and two girls.”I’d been thinking the Side thing, and had filthy ideas, not expressed. It was a bit awkward. Precociously thinking, I supposed I would have to choose one of them, and snub the other. I really didn’t want to do that: I had too much respect with. It wouldn't matter anyway, he thought, because his father would be there. He wasn't looking forward to another long weekend of being at home with his mother while having his father always hanging around.As he sat at his desk trying to do some homework the phone rang. When he picked it up his heart skipped a beat. It was his mother. She asked what his plans were for the evening and when he told her, it sounded to him like he had just stuck a knife in a car tire. Gosh, she really sounds. That’ll make them kick in faster and hit harder.” So for the next half hour or so, we just talked. She told me the story of her and Chelsea, her ex, and I told her the story of me and Jeffrey. Apparently, Chelsea was sneaking around with Victoria. Remember her? She was Emily’s best friend. The one with the snake at Taco Bell. Fucking cunt. She wasn’t surprised by my story. Rumors had been floating around that he was going to do it. And I didn’t believe it at first. But then he proposed to me.. She reached and picked up the shoes from the floor, putting them on her feet, then standing, she noted that they fitperfectly. She then stood and lifted the dress from the bed, noticing that it had a single zipper up the side, from her waist to its top. She stepped into the dress and pulled it up. There were no straps, and she pulled the zipper at her side, till the dress closed about her body. She noticed that once fastened, the fold of fabric closed, hiding the zipper completely. It fit.