" I never got to tell her I loved her." Oh Frank, I am so sorry," Annette whispered."She was stopped at a light. A drunk driver came up the exit ramp ...he wrong way and hit her head on. She never knew what hit her."Annette leaned over and in a soft voice said, "It wasn't your fault." Yeah, I know it wasn't, but you know how those thoughts stay in your head." Frank, have you ever thought about getting a girlfriend?" I have a nice girlfriend, Joyce, but I don't know if we will ever click." Bad in. Karen knocked and a masculine voice answered. ” Come in."Karen opened the door and saw Mr. Hoffman comparing two papers. They both got in and stood right next to the door."Sit down." Mr. Hoffman hissed.They slowly and carefully sat down on the two chairs in front of them as if they were rigged with bombs. Mr. Hoffman just sat there; glaring at them then looking at their papers which made the two girls ill at ease. This went on for a minute before Karen broke the noisy silence."Have we done. First order of business was to fix her hair and put on that new red dress - and everything else - she'd kept so carefully hidden.Gina was busy putting together the Christmas Eve snack buffet - downsized for two - that was the tradition in both of their families when the doorbell rang. Assuming that it was a neighbor come to call - perhaps with cookies or some other goodies to add to the meal - she put down the jar of miniature pickles and went to answer it.Little could have surprised her more. .. è dura.Poi, dopo un periodo di quiete, me l’ha fatta veramente sporca e da allora siamo stati in sostanza divisi quasi dieci anni.Praticamente mi ero scordata persino come si fa all’amore.In poche parole, il mio congiunto (approfittando del fatto che ero impegnata e addolorata per la malattia di mio padre, culminata con un trapianto del fegato) si scopava la babysitter, una ragazzotta di paese, appena maggiorenne.Difficile immaginarla come donna; difficile immaginarla interessante per un.