She was a real lady, Mary was. Damn. There I go again! The lady was poison, that's what. Maybe he couldn't hold her to account for everything she did ...ecause of her illness, but damnation if he was going to forget. She saved his life. Okay. She was a good cook and spirited in bed. All right. She was also holding court with the devil, by damn.To be fair though, when the sickness took her Mary wasn't in charge of her own life. The voices held a powerful sway over her. It did seem to come and go.. She is 36 now but when it all started she was barely 31. She is thin and has nice sexy curvy butt and big boobs. She is medium height and is fair complexioned. She is Bengali and used to wear a typical sexy bong saree to work and tied her long black silky hair in a bun around which she usually wrapped a gajra( jasmine flowers ). She looked little bit like Aishwarya Rai in Devdas as she is fair and pretty and dressed her clothes and hair in similar manner.My father used to go to office 5 days a. Sarah sometimes thought that the only reason they even invited other people was to give them a reason not to fuck each other because their relationship was something different.They came from different areas of life and yet had a deep understanding for the other, listening to problems and being there for one another to get through the harsh times.Being through that the thought of sex somehow felt like an easy way out of getting to the bottom of her true emotions instead of a desirable. Okay, it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I was mad. I looked at the time, and it was 8:00 am. I called home and Mom answered."Hey Mom, we may need to skip church today. I'm over an hour from home, and I need a ride." Do I even want to know?" It's not that bad. Tami set me up on a date, and the girl got pissed at someone else. She stormed out, leaving me to fend for myself. I called Greg last night, but he had been drinking so I didn't even tell him I needed a ride. I got a motel room and.