"Hey, Amy, can you show me all your best moves so I can steal 'em and use 'em on your boyfriend when you're not busy with him?" God, that is just too ...WEIRD to even contemplate! And she'd probably happily say, "M'kay! Let me show you," which would be even weirder, if such a thing is possible. I mean, she was giving pantomime demonstrations in the girls' locker room, for crying out loud!In retrospect, I should have paid more attention. Damn!Chapter 2Christine temporarily gave up on watching the. I must say he was a very handsome white man but looked to be late 30's, she must of saw a weird look on my face because she replied yes... he is about 12 years older then she was, but he was very wealthy and treated her well he was also much more mature than those she dated her own age. Later that evening I was staying alone but it was still early and light out, as I looked outside the patio I saw the black man walk up to our complex.She lived right under us, so I figured she was just going. And then at her rather expensive looking earrings, bracelet and rings. Would this be one of those women who came here to be a plaything? Was she send home on a one way ticket because the rich man wanted a hot pussy but not morning sickness? All of a sudden a local sugar-daddy did not sound so appealing anymore. ***** The woman he had called Rosebud looked at the paper and the picture of the man she loved and whose child was growing deep inside her. She had so longed for him to come home and. Where skin was exposed, it was puffy and purple. It was a shock to me. The prefect looking woman that I had known as my wife had vanished. In front of me lay a stranger, a damaged and bruised human being. If her name had not been written on the white board, I would have guessed that I was in the wrong room.I didn't know what to think. My emotions were all over the place. We were separated. I didn't really have any obligation to care for her. But then, I did. I had lived with this woman. She was.