But her face. It was her face. She was given to the moment. Just completely in that moment. And to share that with her; to be in that moment together.... I wondered if she had anyone waiting for her, if she planned on staying in Poplar Bluff or wherever it was. I could look at her face every day. Four more and then I would have that chance. I was almost a mile down the beach when I realized it and headed back at a faster pace.“Where’ve you been, sport. You owe me one more,” Colleen demanded and. This went on for about 15 minutes, I felt like such a slut and she knew it. The final shove was the deepest and hardest. Then she stood up and laughed then left without a word. A few minutes later Brent messaged me. enjoy your fucking? he asked no! im still crying, did you tell her to do that? I told him nope lol I just asked her to make sure they were in you. She told me she fucked you with them after the fact lol said you loved it he laughed fuck no I didnt love it! That was my fucking. “Can you reach the top of the glass?” I asked from the ground.“Yes, it’s a stretch but I can get it.” He answered as he raised the sponge to the top of the window pane.Inside the bedroom Mary had positioned the TV so the screen was just barely visible from the window. Looking in the mirror she could see Tom stretching to reach the top. She knew that Tom could not see her on the bed unless he leaned to his right and looked into the mirror. She put in a DVD that had a tall thin man fucking a. Tamera Mowry. James Brown. Governor Deval Patrick. Michael Jordan. Wendy Williams. Queen Latifah. Grace Jones. Michelle Obama. Jada Pinkett Smith. Ciara. Ananda Lewis. Those sexy ladies from Real Housewives of Atlanta. Cappie Pondexter. Yeah, all the people I admire. As I look at the pictures, I can’t help but wonder why I left my beloved Boston for the dregs of Ottawa. It was one of the worst decisions of my life, man. I miss home so much it’s not even funny. I left a world behind in the City.