I turned to my apartment and saw a large package waiting in front of my door. It was addressed to me with a return address of Themes Publishing, locat...ed in the Brindle Building. The scene of the infamous coffee incident. Once inside, I opened the package. Inside the box was another box from La Casa di Moda, a ritzy downtown clothier. I had never been there since its prices don’t mix well with my student loans. Inside there was a letter atop something wrapped in white tissue sealed with a gold. " I hope you don't mind me asking these questions, please do not think I am judging you. These are just things that others may ask, it is with hope that not only do you understand it, that I can understand it as well. I have no real experience on this subject." She stopped talking and looked down at her shoes. I could not see her face but from the shaking of shoulders and general body language, she was crying."I am sorry Amy, please tell me what is wrong?" I touched her knee to let her know I. As She goes downstairs i'm already putting the tissue in the loo and the sodden towels in the laundry basket(more washing).Quickly i wash and sanitize the floor tiles and the surrounding surfaces, empty and clean the bath, then take a speed shower cleaning myself up and finally brushing my teeth.When i'm done, i virtually run down the stairs(She can be impatient especially after She's been drinking). As i enter the lounge naked and semi erect, She's sat on the sofa in Her robe finishing off a. ”“It’s not a fallacy when it comes to children and junk food,” I said firmly. “You may have the willpower to resist grease and sugar, but most people your age don’t. And I think you know that.”Becky turned back to Henry and slammed her list down on the kitchen table, and then she turned back to me. “Can I get my t-shirt and shorts now?” she asked.“We can,” I said, fixing Henry with an icy gaze. “As long as everything’s in order here,” I said.Henry looked down sheepishly as I led Becky back to.