We were both in a Yahoo! Club called Michigan BBWs and every now and then after I got home from work (around 2:30am), I’d get online and just post t...is really bizarre, off the wall stuff. I was bored and needed to calm down after a stressful day. When I think back to some of the stuff I posted, I wish now that I had saved more of those posts to share. Anyway, my roommate would usually read over my shoulder and throw in her thoughts here and there. But on this one particular night, I told her to. “Very,” I answered simply.“And this wasn’t in your plan ... her going off to Europe?”“No, it never entered my mind until she announced she was leaving. She was pursuing her dream and I was never going to get in the way of that. What I didn’t expect was that she would marry this guy who was her manager. But ... sometimes things don’t work out the way you hope they would,” I concluded.“You were in love with her, I assume.”“Yes. But ... that’s the way it goes sometimes. I’ve had almost four years. I pull away and look deep into your eyes, as the words I could not find before suddenly come to me. ‘I love you.’ You smile again and I melt, as you start to take my clothes off… your hands gently caressing every inch of my skin. We gradually fall to the bed, and with you on top, you start to kiss me and slowly start to grind your mound into mine, allowing me to feel your manhood. I slide my hands under your shirt and gently rub your back, as we kiss. You start to move your way down my body,. "Yes. You just dance, but you don't have to strip. The wind will do that for you." Just a moment." She called back. "Wait until I finish the coffees." A minute later she came in with the two mugs. She put one down for me, then sat in the other chair with her mug clasped between her hands."OK. Tell me."I told her about seeing the clip from 'Singing in the Rain'. Len had seen the film, but in Paris, dubbed into French, so, as she said she was so busy reading the English subtitles, she didn't.