Finallyto my right sits my beautiful wife Wendy in deep conversation with Marieand Lynne about her upcoming weekend away in Paris with her boyfriendRi...chard. I gently turn and gaze at her, my greatest inspiration on mypath towards femininity. She is dressed in a kneelength fitted beigesleeveless wool/silk Emilia Wickstead dress. She sits with her legsdelicately crossed at the ankle highlighting her nude open toe court 4inch heels and revealing her deep glossed red painted toes. She hasfavoured a. It concluded where she grabbed her car keys and left the house around 5:30 in the evening. Like any arguement they both felt they were right defending their positions and held stern with their convictions. The fight was in no way sexually related, just day-to-day events. About 10:00 Kevin realized she was either waitng for him to be asleep before she came back home, or possibly not planning to make it back at all. Kevin went to bed figuring they would talk the next day and all would be OK.Later. And it’s not exactly a super-social activity. I guess I’m not that social to begin with.” He took another careful sip. “When you’re around others a lot, drinking is seen as fun. When you’re - when you’re by yourself, it’s just… seen as unhealthy.”“Ha.” Lauren chuckled nervously. “I’ve drank alone more times than I’d like to admit. But I think this is more fun.”“Oh yeah?” it was Ken’s turn to ask.“Yeah. I think it’s kind of cool that if we’re being spontaneous, I can let loose and show a guy how. Tonight I was up late too and she was being loud, again, so I called across to her to, "Quiet! Put a sock in it, Vic!"She howled in her phone, "ehh gotha go Deb", hung up and probably broke the device as it skidded across the table she tossed it on and hit the concrete patio. Kicking a few empties around as she staggered across her drinking area, Vic ( Vicky that is. Did I tell you her name was Vicky? Well it is.) almost tumbled a few times getting past her gate, across the street, and up my.