I like watching people, and in the summer I sometimes go into the local park and sit by the lake and I watch people having fun and I try to guess what...they are really like if I got to know them properly. I like to watch people when they are happy. In particular, I love to watch young children playing and being happy. Their whole life being very absorbed in the game they are playing at the time. I suppose if you wanted to describe me, you could say I am a people watcher.For some time I had. They still loved her, but it was a cold, panicky affection, like they were afraid of what might happen if they didn‘t. For her part, Amina didn't think about either of them much. She knew they weren't really her parents. She had a new family now, and eventually they’d come back for her. She couldn't say when, but for the rest of her life she never doubted that it was true.***When Amina was 20 they came again. It was another Valentine's Day, and it was also her wedding night. Her parents were. I’d better give a description of myself and Ben. I’m five feet eight, long darkish blonde hair, big blue eyes, nicely chiselled nose, wide mouth with full lips. Breasts? Yes, you guessed it, 38DD, narrow waist, hips to match the bosom and lovely long legs that guys always wanted to get to the top of. I had plenty of female assets and I was going to sell them to the highest bidder. Ben turned out to be that highest bidder. He’s five feet four, balding, plump and his breath always smells fishy.. Comfortably snuggled up against him, she drifted off back to join him in his dreams. The alarm blared on time and Gwyneth’s arm shot out in reflex to snooze it. Morning sunlight cut through a gap in the curtains in a faint beam and she could feel him stirring beside her, his long limbs stretching as he slowly woke up. He yawned widely and buried his nose in her hair, reluctant to get out of bed. ‘Morning,’ his voice was gruff and deep, pretty much as sexy as she’d ever heard him. ‘Morning.’.