Twenty minutes later my relief arrived. I pulled Marian aside.“He’s here,” I said, “and he’s got one of his kids with him.” I nodded to th...e couple out on the patio. She followed my gaze.“You want me to call the cops?” she said, smiling, “or maybe a friend of mine in the mafia?”“I’ll let you know,” I said.“Hmm,” she said.“I don’t hate the motherfucker anymore. I just don’t give a shit whether he lives or dies, or any of them if it comes to that,” I said.“What are you two talking about,” said. Also everybody thought I was very beautiful with height 5’8” and figure 34B-26-36. Our engagement period wasn’t long and we got married quickly and weren’t able to understand each other’s needs before marriage.My husband needs sex every day. Twice or thrice in a day at times. For first 2 months my husband just won’t leave me. We had done oral and tried different positions. Since I was from a small town I wasn’t aware of many things. He taught me a lot of things and tried all sorts of things. Like the fact that that her frame tipped the scale at 140 pounds not long before.Shelly was mid-thirties; short, about 5’3’ and seemingly in good physical shape. As he looked at her that first day, he regarded her as quite athletic, and in his mind, he could imagine having her as a possible running or gym partner. Brent was always keen on feasting his hungry eyes on her compact body.Brent himself was just past fifty. He exercised regularly and still had a thing about him that warranted a second. Danielle had thought it would be where San Francisco was on the other side of the gates, and there was a town there, but Westport was farther south, about where Ventura was. She'd found it on the map, and asked about Los Angeles and San Diego."The northern one, what you call Los Angeles, doesn't have a harbor. That other place does, but it isn't very big. Westport has a river right there, and ships can anchor there out of the bulk of the weather."What about farther north?" She put her finger on.