| Author: | VT | ISBN: | 1230001983234 |
| Publisher: | VT | Publication: | October 31, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | VT |
| ISBN: | 1230001983234 |
| Publisher: | VT |
| Publication: | October 31, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
At one juncture in my life, my girlfriend and I lived in the same city but in two different countries. Yes – it is confusing! I had a rather nice little apartment in Niagara Falls, Canada and she lived with her parents over the Rainbow Bridge in Niagara Falls USA. It did put a bit of a strain on our relationship having to pass through immigration and customs two or three times a week, but we did it for at least a couple of years before the subject of marriage came up.
Nina was a great looking girl, always ready to oblige sexually, although when I say oblige I should point out that it tended to on her terms. She was pretty, and she was fun to be with but like all relationships, there was a fly in the ointment, in our case that fly happened to be her father. He was a nice enough guy, we got along really well, but when Nina suggested we might get married one day I suddenly became the son he’d never had and he wanted me to join him in his mail order company. The operation, which sold party supplies, was obviously successful but I really couldn’t see myself packaging personalized paper plates, plastic glasses, and table napkins all day.
At one juncture in my life, my girlfriend and I lived in the same city but in two different countries. Yes – it is confusing! I had a rather nice little apartment in Niagara Falls, Canada and she lived with her parents over the Rainbow Bridge in Niagara Falls USA. It did put a bit of a strain on our relationship having to pass through immigration and customs two or three times a week, but we did it for at least a couple of years before the subject of marriage came up.
Nina was a great looking girl, always ready to oblige sexually, although when I say oblige I should point out that it tended to on her terms. She was pretty, and she was fun to be with but like all relationships, there was a fly in the ointment, in our case that fly happened to be her father. He was a nice enough guy, we got along really well, but when Nina suggested we might get married one day I suddenly became the son he’d never had and he wanted me to join him in his mail order company. The operation, which sold party supplies, was obviously successful but I really couldn’t see myself packaging personalized paper plates, plastic glasses, and table napkins all day.
