One of the first examples of this is about 7 or 8 years ago. We were going to a mutual friend’s house for an all day party. Tammy had just started w...earing a pair of Jessica Simpson flip flops with a killer look. They were maroon in color with gold medallions covering the top of her feet; the thongs between her toes weren’t very thick so they accentuated the huge gap between her big and first toes. They were a touch big for her as they had stretched a bit since purchasing them and this of course. She unlocked the door to get out and turned around, "Will you give the knife back?"She could cut her eyes like Norah Jones, too, but they were green. "Take it. May I see your cut?" She held her leg up with the knife bared and removed her hand from the jagged cut on the inside of her thigh that had turned her right leg bright red."Would you let me take you to a walk-in clinic for stitches? You can have a small scar on your pretty leg, or a large jagged scar if they don't sew it up. My ego is far. We went to a movie later that night, which was planned earlier before I asked her out. We changed our mind about our selection and watched a romance instead of a comedy. The entire time, she had her head on my shoulder and my arm around her. I saw a tear roll down her cheek, which made me just hug her tighter. I kissed her deeply. We sat for three minutes with our lips pressed against each other. I had never realized how much I loved her until that night. We loved each other for the next year.. ‘What happened they split’, I asked. ‘Well, it’s a bit of a long story’, she said as she filled her glass again. ‘Well, take your tits out and tell me’, I replied, trying to turn the night into something more interesting. ‘You’re tit mad’, she giggled. 'You’ve great tits’, I said, ‘I bet all of your previous boyfriends had great fun with them’. ‘They played with my tits and I played with their cocks so we were all happy’, she laughed. We were both pretty drunk by now and she, as she always is.