My brand new husband and I met on the Internet about six months ago. My name is Linda and I am a Chinese- Canadian, and until yesterday, lived in London, Ont. His name is Richard and is from the southern part of the USA. I am 32, 5″ 1,” and only weigh a hundred pounds.
He sighed as they drove their car onto the ferry bound for hull, one week was nearly all he could spend with his family on holiday nowadays. As they locked the car and made for the reception, with the stench of petrol filling the air, he spotted another teenager nearabouts his age. She was kind
It’s hard to describe the turmoil of the last two years. A part of my beautiful wife, soul mate, lover and idol has been taken from me and I have some responsibility for the loss. We’re in our early forties, comfortably off, well-paying jobs and rediscovering some freedom as our son and daughter have fled
“Espresso for one,” I asked the young lady with a cheeky smile and adjusted my shirt as the black-haired maid tapped my order into her faded and outdated till. It fitted in with the rest of the little cafe perfectly, with its tired maroon decor and outdated menu, but it was my favourite cafe in
I knew from the first time I saw Monica that I would have to get in her pants somehow. Problem was, of course, that she had absolutely no interest in me whatsoever. Come to think of it there wasn’t much that attracted me to her other than her body; nothing except perhaps the generally snotty
I was surprised when my sister Nora called me and asked if she could stop by. We didn’t get along, and rarely had any contact anymore, but she said she really needed to talk to me, so I agreed. Two years my senior, at 24, Nora lived just across town but we never even talked