”“YOUNG?!” Scott got even more excited, “HOW YOUNG?! HOW MUCH SKIN? COME ON SPELL IT ALREADY!!” For a moment, I felt a bit embarrassed but I... also felt good, so I continued.“One time, I saw her panties” I replied, “it was rather thong! It was red, sooooo red!”“WHAT?!” Scott jumped out of his seat and almost fell from the stool. And with a drooling mouth begged, “describe ... describe ... describe ... please ... please ... please... “. Just to shut him up, I began to let my memories come out. She couldn't fly up. The wind velocity pushed her sideways faster than she could climb, and sideways was another direction of DOWN! She was going to have to match her speed to the growing landscape beneath her, or be smashed against the inner surface by the centrifical forces surrounding her.In her flights around the inside of Deimos, she had encountered this problem a couple of times, but the mass of tiny Deimos and the air turbulence between the center of that moon and its inner surface was. I loved him. I didn’t want to lose him. But I was realizing the wisdom in the old saying, ‘If you love something, set it free.’ I needed to let him come back to me. I thought that he would, though a pained part of me feared he wouldn’t. And as much as I hated to admit it, I was better off without him if he didn’t come back. Better to know now, than be 10 years into the relationship. After I found out that my ex-husband had cheated on me, it was easy to let the love I had, go. I was angry, but I. I was always told by strangers that i was an exotic beauty, but i always thought i was ugly because thats what i was always told by my family who were all pale with blonde hair and blue eyes. My looks were just one more reason why i hated myself. from an early age. I had a make believe self that was full white with pretty golden blonde curls, cute red lips, and big blue eyes. She was even prettier than my sister. . Well i was in my usual spot with my sister on the floor next to the couch my.