I don't watch television often. Sometimes, though, I will have it on just so that my apartment won't be so quiet. It's like turning on the television ...o turn off the lonely. Tonight the noise was annoying.I thought about getting dressed and going for a walk. But this wasn't a good area to go for a walk in the evening. It was more commercial than residential and there were not a lot of sidewalks. If you wanted to go somewhere around here you pretty much had to drive.I finally gave up and went. Kinda of like a family that owns and runs a store and passes it down from generation to generation. I suppose you could put it that way, she said. It certainly worked with me, the only man I was ever with before my husband was my dad. He took care of my needs, and mom never minded, she even watched us several times. Let me think about it for a few days.A week later I called her and asked her to marry me. She said yes. A month later we were married, unlike other people who get remarried, we took. "I never leave the house without this."The notebook was a one-off. Its thick cover was bound in denim material. Patterns were sown into it with brightly coloured thread, hearts and flowers and stars of all shapes and sizes. It was as if the design had been doodled by a small child.It was simple. But pretty.The notebook was thick with lined pages. Even in the dim light of the club, she could see the lines on the edges of the pages."Work?" The woman asked."Yes and no," May replied cutely.The. His tongue probed my mouth hungrily and danced with mine. I clung to Max as he continued to fiercely kiss me. My fingernails buried into his shoulder. My body wanted more of him and began to press itself into him to make as much contact as possible. But it still wasn’t enough, I was growing feverish with my need. ‘Fuck me,’ I managed to cry out when he finally gave me respite to breathe. I didn’t need to ask twice, Max was already pushing himself into me. The angle was a little unusual and was.