There was also that little tickle at the back of his neck that told him he would need to be awake and ready for battle, even as his dark eyes drank in...the stunning vista of a sea calm as glass set against a midnight blue sky where the moon shone bright as the Philippine smile. He took a whetstone from one of his combat pants’ pockets and settled down on an old three-legged stool, took a deep breath and unsheathed his bolo. All the better to hone the blade glinting in the bright moonlight. Del. I even had a few experiences while I was still seeing my boyfriend, when I wasn’t getting enough from him. I always got off on those experiences and sought out similar opportunities when they would arise, so I wondered…if this turn out to be one.I got to this guy’s apartment, his name was Edgar, in his early 60’s probably, with a sort of feigned English accent. His apartment was pretty small but in the middle of his livingroom was a lone chair. He told me how sexy I looked and asked me to. ”“I thought they used to be clear.” She set the glass on the table.“Nope, they’ve been red all along. Always red plastic glasses for soda. Don’t you remember?”“I guess I never noticed ‘til now.”“Is it a problem?”“I ... The red obscures the color of the soda.”“The color? Of the soda?”“ ... if something was wrong with it ... someone put something in it — it would change the color of the soda ... But I can’t see through the red ... I can’t drink this, Carter.”“You think someone has ... adulterated. . sometimes when I was at work, I guess "a light bulb went on" I know for sure that she never encouraged him, or try to seduce him. She wasn't even aware of his crush on her, and even told me that she thought it was strange that he still came to visit... And it was often when she just gotten home from work, or have had a night shift and got up at 2 in the afternoon, especially when I wasn't there...One day I got home from work a little early, my wife and her admire (Peter) was having coffee in.