It’s F letter and it looks very exciting! Now thinking of my past I miss those wonderful years when I was a young girl, careless and easy going.Like...most house wives in our country I used to spend my time sitting at home, cooking meal for my darling, watching housewife’s TV shows, reading magazines and keeping the house. Sure, I was sex hungry and greedy about having sex. I was horny about sex like a****ls. I married an engineer a few years earlier. He was working in a remote place away from. I could see her pondering all I had said to her, weighing the information I had given along with her limited experience. Not knowing what her next step would be I simply said I was there for her. We hugged and headed to the cafeteria to eat. Over the next few weeks we developed a system where if a hair scrunchie was on the door knob that would be the signal one of us was “entertaining” a guest. She though a scrunchie more appropriate then panties. Since it was always my scrunchie on the door. For my sixteenth birthday I was going to receive not one, but two Sweet Sixteen parties. One on the east coast and one on the west coast.My mom invited many of her friends with children my age to attend. If it was not for Mrs. Jorgenson, my mom’s best friend, the party would have been a total bust. When the party was winding down, I went to my room to escape the boredom.I was on my bed, with my eyes closed, daydreaming about my upcoming trip to the west coast, when I felt the soft touch of lips. . . the sound came again. Patrick went back to his chair and took a slightly longer pull from the bottle. The vodka was oily from its arctic incarceration and send a shooting pain down his neck. he leaned back and said to no one in particular, ‘FUUCCKKK’, and then listened to the sound for another 10 minutes. By this time the bottle was down well below the shoulders. But his empiricist bent left him no option but to try, try, try and try again to locate the source of the sound. He began to.