I was understandably tense on the flight back to Crow. Apparently, if she determined I wasn’t safe to leave, there wasn’t anything anyone could do...about it. I’d be stuck there for the next three years.Would that be such a bad thing? I kept asking myself that. While that would break my heart, a part of me thought it would be the safest thing for everyone. But I couldn’t do that to Joey and Suzi. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t do everything I could to prevent that from happening.Winston. There she was wearing a dark blue plain chiffon saree and a sleeveless blouse and looked like a dream. Her navel was clearly visible from her saree as also the folds of her fleshy waist.Her house made the ambience much more comfortable for the catch up and I asked her about her family. They were away for the weekend and here she was alone. I came to the point and asked her if she would mind spending some time with me. To my surprise she agreed and wanted to know if there is anything in. A key in the door lock, followed by a knock, brought me back to my senses.I was happy to see Marsha.“Are you OK?” Marsha inquired as she stepped in the doorway.“Yes,” I replied.“You look flustered and you’re sweating,” Marsha replied. I assured her that I was fine.I decided a quick shower was in order. Marsha started on the dinner.Dinner was fantastic. Maria joined us, acting as though nothing had transpired between us, although she winked at me several times when Marsha wasn't’t looking. She. So I am in shape to say the least, I have dirty blonde hair, that is about to my ears. My sister Alley is 15 years old, she is about 5 '5 and athletic as well, she is a volleyball and softball player, and she is a cheerleader, she has blonde, thick, straight hair with the biggest blue eyes you have seen, and her eyeliner emphasis it. My mom's name is Carroll, she's the soccer mom, or at least that's what she thinks, she works every day from 9 am to 6 pm Monday-Saturday. My Father, Jim, he is a.