So what was I to do? Refuse her and possibly alienate her and lose a friendship I was keen to nurture? Or should I go along with her idea and hope thi... would bring us closer.It really was no contest, because of my feelings towards Julie; I was always going to accept anything she suggested.So my only answer to her was, "OK, then."Looking out the window, it was snowing heavily. I was definitely going to be here for quite a long time, perhaps even overnight.Julie guided me towards the bathroom. I said I understood. I had known a few of the types before–those guys that marry the first piece they ever come inside. I told her so but said it was different with him, maybe because of his religion. She wrote back that she didnt care. She wanted an American man to come over and lay her right. I told her I was a beer drinking, truck driving, American boy from way back. She said I was silly and there it began. She wrote back that her daughter would be going with her father on the weekend and. "This was the unkindness cut of all. And Julie didn't even like baked beans! "I thought you loved me!" I was just pretending that, too. Sorry, nothing personal, I'm sure you can't help being the low life pond scum you are."Soon, she was packed and drove out of his life.Bashful felt like the world had come to an end. What had happened to his loving, and sweet and supportive wife? Were they the victims of sinister forces?The door bell rang. It was his beloved mother. Bashful had never been . I came out and locked a door. She looked at me angrily. I thought she enjoyed but I was wrong. She was saying please take me away from here. In the morning we went to her mother house I left her there and said goodbye.While returning to home I had to go through Sonya’s home town. After reaching there I call Sonya’s number. She was so happy and asked me to stay there. She came in 10minutea and took me to her home. She introduces me to her family. I was feeling sleepy and tired as I didn’t slept.