”“Yes it will,” Bethany agreed. “If you so much as think about fucking that girl, I will personally cut your nuts off. And that would be nice ...ompared to what Jennifer would do, even if she’s keeping you as a boy-toy while she’s with Josie.”“I can’t even tell Jennifer that I have lunch with Becky on Saturdays. Jennifer would kill me. No, that’s too easy; she’d find some horrible torture first. Becky is the one non-negotiable issue with Jen.”“And with me, too. You know that. I’m barely tolerant. I never tried to remember the name of the driver. It was an unknown that I wanted to leave that way.That connection was finally being untied in my mind and if it is the correct way to express it, I was feeling forgiveness for June. Somehow peace was settling into me as the hurt subsided.If you want to call it luck that I was totally single and hurting again when I got Lindie back, so be it. I just know, it ... she ... was the best thing that had ever happened in my life.I'd also given up a few. One, I have a good memory and two; I have been ably supported due to my own early habit of writing diaries. Of course, the language in my diaries varies considerably from what will come up in my postings. (For example We never used the word fuck as frequently and as naturally as we use it today). I have taken the liberty of adding a few exciting words and phrases (as it exists today) to improve the flavor of the text. It also has to be noted and kept in mind that only the very best incidents. My daughter, Jess, is attending the University of Oklahoma at Norman and is twenty two years old. She is bringing two friends to visit for spring break, they all want to party in Dallas. They came to my house to stay and arrived on Saturday. They came in and got settled in, unpacked, ate some dinner and then went out. They did not return until about five am on Sunday morning and went straight to bed. About noon they were up and running around the house in just t-shirts. I loved it, nice perky.