I had put on a nice long sleeve shirt and a matching flannel skirt which covered just enough to look "semi innocent". I spent the rest of the afternoo...n in my room and I didn't care to notice I had left the door cracked open. I was reading a book and it was getting interesting as I read on, it was about a girl in her teins like me. There was one part which read, "... I thought about him while I lay there. The butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as I reached one hand down between my already. Hey, that rhymed! "Slutty putty, slutty putty, slutty putty..." she giggled softly as she pranced up the walkway to the house, glowing with self-admiration.Fifty thousand bucks, Shellie, you incredibly smart naughty wonderful brat! And for what? Doing what you already do five nights a week, just once and in a bigger showroom, for a bigger audience (WAY bigger counting the pay-per-view, and then the video), and it isn't going to do your fan club any harm either! She pinned the Neiman's bag. It really isn’t too bad and we would get two weeks of fun in the sun, away from all this. I think it would do us a world of good to get some time together away from all the distractions.’ Don smiled as he stopped talking. Bridget looked down again. Her brain was moving very fast. It did look nice and she trusted Don when he said that they could afford it. He typically did a lot of research and would have been able to find the best deals. And she knew what he wanted out of the trip. It wasn’t. . she had thought of her own actions, her times alone with David. But somehow it just wasn't the same to her... how could it be, she asked herself again and again. Mother is a married woman! Widowed yes, and certainly still too young to exile herself to wearing black and living alone, but... "Oh, I don't know what I mean any longer," she said aloud. "Nothing makes sense to me now... nothing!" They say that's the first sign of cracking up... talking to yourself, I mean." It was Sally.