She stopped as she came up to him, still breathing a bit heavily, her breasts bobbing up and down. He could not take his eyes off of them. ‘Good mor...ning,’ he ventured. She glanced at her watch. ‘It is, perhaps, good afternoon.’ ‘How are you?’ ‘I am very well. And you?’ ‘Restless.’ He blurted it out. ‘Ah,’ she smiled, ‘it is unfortunate for you that your son interrupted. Well, perhaps, some other time.’ ‘Perhaps.’ He could not conceal his disappointment. God, he was making a fool of himself!. "She is having a hard time. She no longer blames you for what happened. She now blames herself, and me I expect. We didn't keep a close enough eye on him," he confided."If she needs to blame someone, she can go back to blaming me. Jose met Joan at the hospital visiting me. If I had done something then, maybe they both would be alive. I don't think blame does anyone any good, but if she needs someone to blame, let her blame me," I suggested."Jose was not your responsibility, and you did not lie. .. something, he said, smelled like it was burnt! She knew exactly what smell he was referring to was and that was her last date.Late on a Sunday afternoon Carol was sitting on her front porch and she decided that she wanted to see her only living relative, her little sister Mary, before the end. The more she thought about the visit the more it seemed like a good idea, the only problem was her diagnosis. Whether or not to tell Mary about her medical condition was a quandary that had been. She was adopted child of her step mother and every boy at collage had a crush on her. She wears a nose ring. Her attitude can be fucked up or perfect like her looks. Her dressing is generally a micro mini skirts, very short shorts, low cut tops and backless tops. This look of hers gives her such a sexy look that boys just start drooling when they see her. I heard she did more than three guys a day who drink/ fuck / and pop pills. I am not sure about her assets sizes.She was everything I thought.