Much to my surprise, yes! She was, and still is, the Sugar Skull Diabetes Awareness They Whispered to her you cannot withstand the storm shirt Additionally,I will love this object of many my X rated fantasies. Several years younger than me, dark hair, dark eyes, full C/D cup breasts and luscious curves exactly where they belonged. (Think Marie Osmond/MILF) She called me over to her house one day for help with her leaking washing machine. This wasn’t unusual because we had a friendly relationship for years and I have helped her out with odd tasks before. I walked across the street and into her garage through the open vehicle door. She was in the garage mopping up the last of what looked like just a little water. I tried but couldn’t duplicate the problem at the machine so for some reason I can’t remember I went inside her house to check on another possible leak source. We had never flirted but I got the feeling if I were to make a pass at her she would be receptive. Still can’t put my finger on what gave me that feeling. Body language? Wishful thinking? I talked myself out of making a pass, verified there was nothing leaking from the house into the garage and went back out to the garage with her. I told her I was out of ideas and that if it happened again to give me a call before she cleaned up the mess because that might give me a clue about the source. She then asked what she owed me for my efforts. I gave her my standard, sexy neighbor rate. “A cup of coffee.” Now I’m obviously not the brightest guy in the world for giving that answer but I may be the luckiest because as I’m finishing my sentence her husband pulls into the driveway! We weren’t in any sort of compromising position so I greeted hubby, explained about the washing machine problem and left the garage as coolly as my wildly beating heart could muster. I wonder if I looked as guilty as I felt? For some reason I couldn’t kick my coffee habit and said, “In that case I want a venti with lots of whipped cream.” William Arthur Ward said, “Opportunities are like sunrises. If you wait too long, you miss them.” I really wanted to find out what “anything” meant to her but I procrastinated and by the time I’d screwed up the courage to find out, they had moved. I still haven’t decided if hubby driving up saved me from a huge mistake or robbed me of a great opportunity. In either case I can’t watch a Nutrisystem commercial featuring Marie Osmond without thinking of her. Still fantasize about her and and wonder “What if. When I was 13 years years old and in the 7th grade (just starting Middle School —- the year was 1961), I was in Home Room waiting for school to start. Every student had a Home Room. It was at the very beginning of the day and there were announcements and roll call so that every student would be accounted for. We had to be in our assigned seat when the school bell rang. One morning, I was across the room talking to a friend when the bell began to ring. I raced over to my seat & dramatically leaped into the air before I sat down. BUT, my chair had disappeared!!! It had been there seconds before. I landed on my back on the floor, legs up in the air and dress flipped up to my chest!! Those were the days when all girls had to wear dresses or skirts and blouses. I was quite the sight! EVERYBODY started laughing at me! Of course, I was beet-red. Only one person apologized and that was the boy who accidentally grabbed the empty chair without looking. He saw the empty chair, looked away and grabbed it for a friend. My timing could not have been more perfect. I am convinced it was just a silly accident because the boy in question was very kind and would never deliberately do something like that. My best friend was Meg and her brother, Stan, was my boyfriend. Meg and Stan’s mother was a stay at home mom, and I don’t know what their father did for a living, but he was a drinker. I had no idea he drank, until the day I went to visit Meg. I had walked to Meg’s house…it was a pretty good little jaunt between my house and hers. But I walked every where back then. Meg and I had been listening to records and talking about school in her bedroom. Every so often, Meg’s mom would call her to help with a chore, so I would just stay in her room while she helped her mom. I was alone in Meg’s room when I heard her father come home. He walked into the house yelling for Stan. I turned the volume down on the record player because I didn’t want Meg to get into trouble for playing the music too loud. I could tell that Stan had gone to see why his dad was yelling, and then Meg’s dad called for Meg and her mom. So from the bedroom I could hear what was going on, but I couldn’t see it. Meg and Stan’s dad started yelling and hitting the furniture; I can’t remember any more what all he said. But I could tell that he was slurring his words and that he was really, really mad. I sat alone in Meg’s room. It was obvious that her father didn’t know I was there. He got quiet for a minute and I decided to go out into the living room and ask her mom to take me home. I was so uncomfortable, hearing her dad rant and rave like he had. I felt ashamed, somehow, as though I was eves dropping, when really I would have given anything to never have heard some of the vile things her dad yelled at her and Stan. I felt like I needed to get the heck out of there. So, slowly I walked out of Meg’s bedroom, and down the hall toward the living room. Just as I entered the room, Meg’s dad jumped up from his chair and started hitting Stan in the head, neck and shoulders as he sat still as a rock in his chair. He didn’t move a muscle. Stan just sat there and took it. Their dad still hadn’t seen me, and I guess I made a little noise, I was so shocked to see him hit Stan like that. Their dad stopped hitting Stan, and turned to look my way. I will never forget what he said, and how he said it. He said, “And You, little girl, you get your fancy little ass out of my house and get on down the road.” It sounded like he was growling at me. I was traumatized. My brothers and I had gotten some pretty wicked spankings in our younger years, but we were never hit like that, and had been declared too old for spankings. Yet, there was my 16 year old boyfriend getting punched about the head and neck by his dad!!! He didn’t have time to say anything else to me. I ran out of that house like it was on fire. Meg and Stan, and their mother, never even looked up at me; their eyes were glued to the floor. I could feel their shame oozing out the door with me.
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I took off down the Sugar Skull Diabetes Awareness They Whispered to her you cannot withstand the storm shirt Additionally,I will love this dirt road as fast as I could go. I was half afraid that Meg and Stan’s father was going to come after me and hit me too. I finally reached the end of the dirt road, and ran across the paved street and straight to a pay phone. I called my mom and told her where I was, and asked her to pick me up. Mom was there in just a couple of minutes and I told her what had happened as tears streamed down my face. She was as shocked as I was, and told me that I was not allowed to go back to Meg’s house. I couldn’t think about anything else all that afternoon and evening, and I went to bed with a heavy heart that night, wondering what had happened after I left. The next day was school. First thing I thought of upon awakening was Stan getting punched in the head by his dad. I walked down to the bus stop and waited. I felt so strange that morning. I decided not to say anything to Meg and Stan, and see if either of them felt like talking about it. They did not. They never said one word about that incident. I remained friends with Meg until she ran away from home. She was absent from school for a few days and I had an idea of where she was. Then she called me and I was right. Her mother called me. I swore I didn’t know where Meg was. But she called me again, and again, each time I could tell she was crying. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to remain loyal to Meg, but I also knew that she wasn’t safe where she was, so I finally broke down and told her mom where Meg could be found. Meg came back to school a couple of days later, but she refused to talk to me. I didn’t blame her. I knew what her home life was like by then. Stan and I broke up shortly after I told where Meg was. It was just a teenage crush, those things don’t last forever, and my heart was broken for a while. Meg and Stan never spoke to me about their father’s drunken attack on Stan. It could have been a one time thing for all I knew, but my gut told me otherwise, because I had seen the resigned look on the faces of Stan and Meg and their mom when the Dad was punching Stan. I couldn’t bear to think that it happened regularly, but I’m afraid their dad was abusive more often than not. That episode in my life took some of my innocence away from me. I now knew that there were some really dysfunctional families out there who were suffering in silence and shame. I also had to reach deep inside myself and find the right thing to do when Meg ran away. It was so hard to tell where she was hiding, because I knew what was probably waiting for her at home. On the other hand, she was staying with her boyfriend in a shack, and he was a bad guy. Kind of like her father, I think. I think I did the right thing by telling, but even as an adult looking back, I wonder what happened when she went home. I carried guilt over my decision for a long time. I can’t remember a time when I encountered anything that upset me more at a friend’s house. I’m over 60 years old now, and the image of Stan’s father punching him is still etched into my memory. I lost contact with Meg and Stan when I moved back to Texas with my family. I have often wondered about how their lives turned out.