Julia is about 5foot 7, has beautiful blonde hair that just barely passes her shoulders, she has the most amazing blue-green eyes I have ever seen, lo...ves to read, and she's my girlfriend's friend.I'm not sure when I started feeling the way I do, but I can't stop, and I don't want to stop. I've always gotten along greatly with people, and since the moment I met Julia every time we talk or see each other we can't help but to smile and laugh at anything the other says. Sometimes I just feel like. The rest she launched expertly, and despite my pitiful attempts to predict where she would serve and react, Mommy happily scored one ace after another.?What’s the score NOW?? She would ask me after each point, demanding I keep an accurate count.The few serves I managed to return, Mommy would dash off and fire them back while letting out a short, determined grunt. I couldn’t keep up and eventually my minor successes turned out to cause me more pain as she demonstrated how easily she could handle. “If this suite suits you, why don’t you just go ahead and put everything away?”“Suitable?” Emma said, amazed. “It is beautiful. Are you sure I can use it until we go on the trip?”“Absolutely,” all three girls said as one.“Well, I usually hang my tops, if I have room, and fold my jeans and fatigue pants to put in drawers.”“There is plenty of hanging and drawer space here,” Whitney commented.“Yes, and the suite is much bigger than my quarters at the base, not to mention how beautifully the suite. I could feel the tears trickle down my cheeks.She was over to me in a flash, her arms around me and holding me close. I pulled my head back and could see through the watery blur that she was in tears as well. I kissed her and she kissed me back and we held onto each other while we got all our regrets out of our system. Maybe I was a sissy, but Dory was important to me. More important than I wanted to admit.I didn't leave the Paulson house until early the next morning. As long as I was home.