"I'vedone some bad things in my life," Phil said. Another non-sequitur,though probably undeniably true; Kelly waited for him to continue."I hurt your ...other very badly, though, I didn't mean to," Phil said.He seemed determined to go through with something he didn't really wantto face.Kelly gulped. Was Phil one of Amanda's drunken ex-husbands? He knewthat more than one of them had beaten his mother and grandmother beforehe was born. Kelly leaned away from Phil, just a bit. Not enough forPhil to. Her nipples were barely visible. “Because that sounds awesome and I can’t stop thinking about this perfect idea.”Over the next couple of minutes, she turned and tossed on the bed yearning sleep so much worse.She grasped with exhaustion as she pushed the covers further along with her t-shirt. She started caressing her smooth and silky navel. “I guess I can only sleep by the way I did in schools.” She pushed her another hand below her cotton panties. She shivered as she touched her warm pussy.Her. It may be that searching is, in fact, your gift."Visits with my grandmother were always confusing and always required a cup of tea with my mother afterward. I would sit down with her and talk out all my grandmother said and we would analyze it together. She always helped me to at least accept the mystery that was my grandmother. As my sister grows older, she has started to talk like my grandmother enough that I do not talk about my life or problems with her. It only gives me headaches and I. I struggled to get comfy pressed in amid crinolines, silky slinky gowns, dozens of pairs of shoes, and the overall perfume of rose and cedar wood sachets. The tiny footsteps of my co-conspirator paused, and then disappeared with a soft click out into the club. Every dress smelled like my Scarlett. The heady scent was all Chanel and cigarettes, roses and powder. In an instant, I’d closed my eyes and staggered down memory lane. My recollection was a bit blurred thanks to a little too much scotch.