And was very stylishly dressed when she arrived… and hell those shoes she had on must have cost more than everything i arrived wearing put together�...�� has gone from sobbing to sobbing and mumbling words i can not understand… words i am not really interested in hearing… her long… artificially blond hair is in rats tails and her mascara which was obviously not as waterproof as the packaging implied is more than half way down her face and the black smears on the backs of her hands match the. When we got back to my place we decided to just read and listen to music. Every once in awhile I would get up to get something or I would read something over his shoulder or have some other reason to get close a few times I rubbed his shoulders a bit. He didn’t seem to mind me being right beside him so the shoulder rubs would go longer and I would kiss his check or the top of his head when I went to sit down. This went on for 1.5 – 2 hours. Believe me this was driving me nuts. It. ’ Her accent seemed to be English. She picked up on my smile and continued, ‘Yes, you are right, I’m English through and through. My husband Jim and I came to Canada right after World War Two. Jim served in the Army as an engineer, and when he was demobilized after the war, we married and emigrated. We had met during the war. I was in the ambulance service then, and we met in London. Unfortunately, Jim was sent to India right after we met, so I didn’t get to see him again until after the war. "I want to start, not sit on the bench." An open receiver spot, huh?" I asked as we went out back."Yeah," Robert replied as I started him off on some suicides. Back and forth, he ran as a person possessed. Then I had him doing jumping from the ground to high stands. He was a natural.Routine after routine, Robert was knocking them out of the park. Everything I threw at him he took in stride; even when he was tired, beat and dripping with sweat, he pushed forward; even when I saw him about to.