I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of...everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue. "Now turn toward the bed... unbutton your shirt a bit more..."Alisa undid her shirt without hesitating. I could see more of her bra now. I got down on my knees so I could see a little up her shirt, catching a glimpse of those cute virginal panties. She didn't seem to mind."Lean over," I said. "So that your shirt blows in the wind."A burst of wind came in from the open window and lifted the lower part of her shirt. I saw her gorgeous ass plainly for a second, and I could see the little wisps of. ’ ‘You’re different from most people,’ I said. ‘And I don’t pity you, Tamara. If people took the time to get to know you, I think they’d like you. They would understand you better.’ ‘But you don’t even know me.’ ‘No. not yet. But I’ve been taught not to judge a book by its cover. I know it’s cliché but that’s what I believe. It’s in the Bible.’ ‘You read the Bible?’ ‘You sound surprised,’ I said. ‘I don’t read it as much as I should, but that’s one verse my parents drilled into me growing up.’. We began walking on the paved walkways in the park, I chewed the inside of my cheek nervously as he talked about random things. “Come here” He said sitting in the grass, I looked at him for a moment then smiled sitting next to him. He was so cute, everything about him was amazing. The way his hair fell over his eyes to his perfect smile. God he’ so perfect, why can’t he stay here… I wondered to myself. James made a face at me and I looked at him “what was that for?” He smiled lightly “I don’t.