Not long after I had left my cheating, sorry excuse for a boyfriend, I had begun to give myself a makeover of sorts. Though I had been heavy most of my life, I was at my highest weight yet from all that time wasted having my psyche shot down by Mark at every turn. Once
I banged on the door one more time hard and it was opened by Rob himself, he looked pained when he saw it was me standing there and even worse when he saw Joc my mate standing next to me. “What do you want? We where about to go out to d- diner,” he stammered
“I’ll be there at 8, be ready,” and I hung up, that’s all that needed to be said with Wendy. It started as a way for her to pay her husband’s gambling debts but after one month we all knew they where hooked. Her husband was such a wimpy man that before I came along