Olga is a late 30s friend, 5' 7" ok built , great butt and lovely smooth cafe con leche skin. Her face is oval, dark eyes, very well groom eyebrows a...d eatable carmin lips.I was sitting next to her in a family gathering, we were having a great time, eating, drinking telling stories. I excused myself for a second, I had to go to the bathroom. No one even paid attention, but my companion.I walked to the upstairs common bathroom because aunt Rossetta was in the one downstairs.My mood was not . Another evening, three months later, and there came another fierce banging on the door. It was after nine, and so a JW or Mormon was about to get his / her ass reamed. I flung open the door, and Linda toppled in. Oh, he’d done a number on her, alright. A couple teeth missing, eyes blacked, blood all over her blouse and even onto her pants. I picked her up and hustled her to my car. Along the way she began to object. ‘No, juss tae me insye and lemme freshnup a lill…’ She lapsed in. As you can see I had very little input with our children's names, although Rosario was Rosario Helen Moore after my mother and Kyara was Kyara Margaret Moore after my maternal grandmother. Giovanni was Giovanni James Moore after my father. Somehow, with Sophia's family, I was never allowed to name the babies except for the middle names and the last name, of course. Sophia wanted Gio's name to be Stefano instead of James, but I balked at that as well as her mother.I had just gotten back from. By the time we were forty, most of us had a girlfriend or where married, and some had babies that now were c***dren stepping into their teens. My friend had a boy and a girl, that now almost finished their high schools. But the last couple of times, his life had changed a lot. He divorced from his wife, because of her greed, she couldn’t help but talk about money, or stay out of d**gs. The last time I visited them when she still lived there, was pretty cold, very weird, as I had no idea of the.