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(1) We really cannot afford taking the time off work that would be required to look after a Chicken Pox Child this month (we’re already taking a week and a half off work for Christmas and New Year’s).(2) I have never had chicken pox and don’t want to get it.(3) I am unsure if I have had the chicken pox vaccine and can’t immediately find out because I still haven’t transferred my health records to my new doctor in Colorado. (One of those things on my big list of things to do.)(4) Chicken pox sucks. Now granted. I know there are a few red flags in the above paragraph. First of all. Sidney is only five years old. And I think most experts think you should be at least six or seven before you settle on a choice of husband. (Six or seven incidentally is the emotional age most husbands remain for perpetuity.) And secondly her decision to leave one fiancée for another — without even a break between fiancées — appears on the surface at least to suggest a certain lack of commitment. Let me address the second point first: The notion that Sidney is unable to commit and remain committed is absolutely false. Sidney was planning to marry a very nice young man named Garrett for the past year and a half. Now a year and a half may not seem like a long time until you place it into perspective with two very significant facts: (1) Sidney is only five years old. Thus a year and a half constitutes 30% of her life (I know this because I did the math in my head then double checked it on the Mac Calculator application). When taken into further context — that only three of those five years were spent with the ability to effectively use language to communicate — one could reasonably argue that she spent 50% of her socially cognizant life engaged to Garrett. And that’s not slouching. (2) Sidney only spent 6 of the 18 months of her engagement to Garrett living in the same state as her fiancée. That’s right — she decided to marry Garrett just about six months before we moved from California to Colorado. Then for her entire first year in Colorado — more than that actually — her heart remained true to Garrett. There have been other nice boys in her life and other boys who obviously had affection for her but she stuck with Garrett even though she didn’t see him for almost a year after we moved. (For those who are eagerly tracking the details we saw him six weeks ago at Chevy’s in South San Francisco. They were shy with each other for about ten minutes then it was like the good old days after that with lots of laughing and playing.) And I think #2 here is really the decisive point — what 30 year old woman would remain steadfastly devoted to a man she didn’t see for a year let alone a four/five year old? So let’s give it up for Sidney and her big heart of gold. Sidney has good taste too — Garrett is a very nice boy with a very sweet and kind streak especially for a five year old boy. Okay fine especially for any boy. Okay fine especially for any male of any age of most species. And now on with her surprisingly unpainful decision to move on given her previous steadfast devotion to said Garrett. On Friday after picking Sidney up from preschool (where she goes three times a week) Sidney let us know that she’s going to marry Harrison. Harrison? Janette and I had never even heard of Harrison. But my first question was not about Harrison. My first question was: So there you have it. Case closed. I hope I get to meet Harrison before they marry. Oh and one more thing. Ladies this one’s for you. Today (Monday) in the car on the way home from school. I asked what happened at school. I can see my wife tensing up out of the corner of my eye getting ready for more Harrison love stories. A few happy trivial items were casually reported nothing about Harrison which I believe put Janette at ease. And then as if Sidney had recited this harmless set of details only to set her mother up for the shock of her final comment was this nugget: We went to see our relatives in Utah for Thanksgiving. Janette is from a big wonderful Mormon family that was raised in Sunnyvale. California — the heart of Silicon Valley. She is the only member of the family who is no longer a church goer. But even though all four of her siblings were raised in California they all live in the Salt Lake city metro now. This is because for the most part they all went to college in Utah met spouses had kids and settled down there. The seemingly inevitable return to the mother ship of the Salt Lake metro for college age Mormons is something to behold — a natural instinctive journey much like salmon swimming back upstream to spawn. I am sure they will love me very much for comparing them to salmon. In any event we sure love them very much. They are a lot of fun. My two girls had an absolute blast running around with all their cousins (and there are a lot of them…) for five days. We stayed at Grandma’s house. (Janette’s mom moved to the Salt Lake metro after her husband died because all but one of her children lived out there.) We even visited Great Grandma (almost 90 years old and still kicking ass although again she probably wouldn’t word it that way). The girls’ great grandmother has lived in the same little house for almost 70 years. I’m not kidding. It’s pretty amazing. It’s a little brick house about 1,200 square feet right in Salt Lake City. Can you imagine the memories your home would conjure — not to mention the sense of home and security — if you had lived in it for 70 years? You would have memories of being in your twenties and being in your eighties all at the same address. Amazing. Watching Sidney and Riley connect with their cousins — who they hadn’t seen in almost two years — was the absolute best part of the trip. Their cousins are all boys except one girl — eight kids in all. They are really nice kids. Sidney absolutely astounds me in her ability to make good close friendships. Her kindness and love knows no bounds and people pick up on this right away even little boys. With apologies for sounding like a lovestruck daddy it really is true. Sidney loves to roughhouse and run and play with little boys — she definitely has a tomboy streak in her. But she also always ends up getting the big boys to happily hold hands with her when we’re walking down the street at night in the cold — she runs around and plays with them in the boys’ world then gets ‘em to soften up and be sweet to her and join her in the girls’ world every once in a while. I see her accomplish this feat all the time. It’s just amazing to me especially considering that Sidney can also be rather shy. She does not immediately go up to people like her extroverted father and just grab them into her world immediately. She takes her time at first but everyone — boys girls adults — always ends up wanting to be her friend. I am quite certain that Sidney will be a girl who creates lasting close lifelong friendships and I’m really grateful for that. Riley is our little firecracker. She’s just turned three and she’s at pretty much the cutest age imaginable. Riley is our little rebel our flirt our Little Miss Contrary (she thinks it’s funny to disagree with everything with a little twinkle in her eye and everyone else thinks it’s funny too). Riley easily becomes the life of the party — she is more of a ham than Sidney. She “scared” her big cousins all the week long by sneaking up on them and saying “Boo!” I saw this happen hundreds of time and her big cousins never got tired of it always feigning great terror which elicited a big boisterous giggle from Riley. Riley is so cute and so full of boundless positive energy that she can pretty much get anyone to do anything and they’re happy to do it. Riley pretty much believes the world exists for her amusement. She is full of love but less caring and sensitive than Sidney. Sidney wants to make sure everything and everyone is all right with things before she does something; Riley says “what the hell,” jumps in and assumes everyone will follow. As Janette says. Sidney is our “Why?” girl while Riley is our “Why not?” girl. Anyway we loved our vacation. Janette’s family is big and warm and fun and great and it reminded me how fantastic it is to have a big extended family full of kids. We have always made sure to visit Janette’s family in Utah at least once a year; now that I see how enriching it is to the lives of my kids. I am even more committed to seeing them on a regular basis. It makes me a little sad to think that the kids have no cousins on my side of the family (my brother died when we were in high school) but we do have second cousins on my side and some fantastic uncles and aunts and it made me want to make sure we stay connected with them too to give my kids the feeling of a big family on my side too. They are already asking when we’ll go back to Grandma’s to see their cousins. They just loved it. And I just love them. It seems like I’ve done an awful lot of writing about barfing in this blog. I swear it’s not because I have a fondness for yakking. It’s simply because I have a three year old and a five year old and everybody who has young kids knows that with kids of that age barfing will be a part of your life. Why do kids barf when they get sick more often than adults do? This is something I want to know. Is it because they haven’t gotten all the stuff yet so they get it worse? Or maybe it’s because they run around at preschool with other kids who are sick and they all pick their noses and grab each other and stuff. I have never visited my girls’ preschool when at least one child’s face was not covered in a delightful concoction of snot and slobber. And the kids don’t even seem to notice it. They are delightfully and disgustingly say their tummy hurts first — maybe — but they go around running and eating and playing anyway until they throw up all over your nice carpet. It’s almost never over the hardwood or tile. It’s always over the carpet. Or the car carpet. Then after they throw up and you clean it up — this is one of the coolest things about kids — they play and run around again and do pursue their interests until they throw up again. Adults who throw up bitch about it and lie low and feel sorry for ourselves and make sure we focus on how horrible we feel. (We also make sure everyone else knows how horrible we feel.) Not kids. They get up and do their thing until it’s time to barf again. So as a parent after a child yaks you try to herd them toward the hardwood and tile for the next few hours. I have a confession to make: On the morning of Riley’s third birthday party she threw up. She was feeling great and then bingo! She threw up. Then she said she felt fine after and got back to playing. Let me tell you my Riley’s nobody’s pansy. We didn’t know if she was sick or had eaten some bad food or what. So this presented an interesting dilemma. We had already invested several hundred dollars to reserve time at one of the beloved bounce house warehouse heavens that can be found in every suburban district of the fine state of Colorado. We’d invited her friends. They’d bought her gifts. We paid good money for a rather freakish Barbie cake (featuring a real Barbie in the middle of the cake and the cake as her dress — there’s something uncomfortably erotic about that isn’t there?). Riley had been paying homage to this particular Barbie cake every grocery trip to Super Target Greatland for the better part of the year. She was totally committed to it. Now two hours before her party she throws up. What to do? So we hastily assembled a crack team of experts to determine our course of action: A good friend and pediatrician (mother of three) who lives in another state who will remain nameless; a local mom; and a family of four (two young sons) to whom I randomly posed the question in the check-out aisle at target that morning (admittedly. I was fairly desperate for a third consultant to get an adequate sampling of opinion). The question: Cancel the party keep Riley home but let her friends go to the party or just forget the yakking and go for it? The answer was surprisingly and vociferously unanimous: Go for it. So no longer feeling responsible for our own actions due to the firmly stated opinions of these unpaid and unaccountable consultants we went for it. Now I know what you’re thinking: You’re getting ready for a painful and hilarious Barforama At Sir Bouncealots story. That is certainly what would happen in the film version of this tale. In that version nobody would escape dry. But in reality the results were more subtle more inconclusive. Riley did not throw up. She was rather low energy as compared to her usual self but did not yak. Not even once. Nobody seemed to notice that Riley was not allowed to eat her own Barbie cake a major accomplishment on her mother’s part. The party was a success. Then that afternoon. Riley and Sidney both barfed. And then of course they went back to playing. But in truth they didn’t feel well for several days after that. So the mystery was resolved: It was an illness of some sort and we were probably socially irresponsible by taking our girls to the party. (Remember it was not our fault — our crack team of consultants are totally and completely to blame.) I have laid low for a while from checking in with our friends over the last few weeks for fear that I would find that everyone was barfing and learn that it was all our fault for being selfish and holding the party anyway. If you or your child has recently barfed on account of our family’s decision making prowess or lack thereof please send a complaint to our customer service department at barfing@pictoriarecords com. “attn: Cory.” In any event. God nature and the tooth fairy have punished us for our sins: Janette had a nasty and unrelenting yakfest on Monday night that just barely kept her out of the hospital so she got hers. Then she left on a business trip 36 hours later leaving me with the kids and no babysitter for 48 hours… at which point I of course got nasty sick to my stomach for the second of those days with no reinforcements and two kids to take care of. So I got mine. But and I say this with great pride it is now almost 48 hours after my stomach fell sick and even though I have felt like crap for most of it — I haven’t yakked. Not even once. And while I can’t explain this intellectually. I can tell you that emotionally. I feel great pride in this accomplishment as if I have somehow partially defeated the yak monster. I will let you know next week if my victory sustains over the entire course of my flu. And I will boldly and arrogantly predict right now that I will defeat the monster. As a direct challenge to the yak monster and with a groaning stomach. I am now going to fearlessly eat a burrito my wife made for dinner. You never know what will inspire a man to challenge himself and assert his manliness. This is this week’s challenge. First we returned home to realize there was less than a week left on the warranty of our new home. So there were a few days of work checking everything in the house making warranty claims overseeing repairs etc. Then of course there was the pile of three weeks’ worth of mail to get to — bills etc. — which actually was more like a month of mail because the week before we left was rather hectic. And of course the 776 emails I had amassed after being gone for a few weeks. (I’m down to 487 emails as of this writing…) Fine. I sucked it up and took several days of work to do all that. Great. Mostly done full speed ahead with the career tomorrow morning I’m back to work getting back on that momentum of success and good will from the tour… And that night. Riley (almost three years old) gets croup. This keeps us up fairly late and then my wife pulls a super mom and decides to hold Riley in her arms all night in the reclining rocking chair next to the open window to help her breathing. So they get the best sleep they can. Way to go mom! But of course the next day (Monday). Riley is too sick to go to school. Mom has meetings all day for work so dad… Takes care of Riley. This is of course the same day I’m supposed to be heavily involved in the final day of book production before manufacturing the first Doctor Noize book. The book ends up done several days behind what was already several days behind schedule and this costs me: XM Kids Radio was going to plug the book that weekend but I was no longer sure the book would be ready in time for Christmas (a direct result of the lost work time over the last week) so I couldn’t give them the official info on the book in time for them to talk it up when they rebroadcast my CD last weekend. Bottom line: An opportunity lost. This was frustrating stuff so I made a wise decision and actually kept to it quite nicely: I decided to accept and forget these lost opportunities on Monday morning and simply enjoy the unexpected day off of work to spend doing quiet and mellow things with my beautiful little Riley and her bad cold. And she was a wonder — low energy but high spirits lots of hugging and reading books napping in my arms a bit taking a walk around the neighborhood on daddy’s shoulders making me fall in love with her again. They way I see it if you’re gonna lose something — work time a business opportunity some money probably — you might as well gain something out of it too. And getting to be with Riley and expecting to accomplish nothing else that day was as they say. “nice work if you can get it.” Before I get too gooey on the sentimentality though. I will offer this reality check: Sure it’s nice work but if I do that kind of work too much we’ll have to sell the house and live in a fine upstanding tent in the hills somewhere soon. But there are times in parenting when despite the fact that you really really were scheduled to do something very important for your career your kid will need something and there will be nobody but you to do it. At that point you can either feel great stress over this lost opportunity or you can let it go and realize it just wasn’t meant to be. And in a way there is no greater feeling than truly getting to this point for a day and realizing that you are happily sacrificing one of your goals to nurture the life of your little Action/Adventure Superhero Who Is Currently On Injured Reserve until she is good to go full speed again. So if you’re gonna take a loss you might as well do it right and embrace the gain too. The fragility of life presented itself this week as a friend in her thirties unexpectedly suffered a massive stroke and passed away leaving behind her husband and three year old daughter. Two weeks earlier she had taken her daughter to a Doctor Noize show in California and I had gotten to see them after almost a year away from the Bay Area. Little did any of us know that would be the last time we’d see each other. I have experienced deaths of loved ones and friends before. My father and brother both died when I was in high school. In those experiences. I felt great sadness and loss but also great opportunity for growth and appreciating what I have. I miss my brother and father to this day but have sincerely used the lessons I learned from their deaths as a challenge and opportunity to grow and learn and love life. Most of my life was still in front of me when they passed away. I find it more difficult to find opportunities for growth or knowledge or appreciation in this case. Maybe I have lost a bit of my strong-willed youthful insistence on drawing something valuable from each difficult experience. But there simply seems to be nothing good or fair or valuable about nature fate or God taking a good mother from a three year old girl. My wife and I have spoken of it a lot since it happened and we are at a loss for a valuable meaning or lesson from this occurrence. Sure we want to appreciate what we have and value each day we have together. That’s a given an obvious lesson from all this. But that’s about What about this beautiful little three year old girl? She is not old enough to draw such a lesson. The memory of her mother will simply fade away with time. The lessons she learns in life will have little to do with the wonderful woman who was her mother. And the only thing I can constructively do to respond to that thought is to cry. So here I am writing this momentarily pausing to literally cry like a little boy with no answers. The thing is the unpredictable circle of life and death seemed more acceptable to me before I was a parent. Until my early thirties. I was the young generation. I was the child. I was responsible for myself my wife my friends all the people my age or older who I cared about. But this event makes me feel differently. I feel great sorrow for this child and I also suddenly feel great personal fragility and fear — what would happen to my beautiful girls if I suddenly unexpectedly died tomorrow? Who would be there for them like I know I will? And the answer is: nobody. Nobody like I would or like this girl’s mother would have. Sometimes a loss is just a loss. There is no gain. And suddenly as a parent who feels a great responsiblity to my children and who has now seen a few friends die and leave their kids behind. I understand on a much deeper level the pain my parents felt when my brother died in his teens. It was just a loss. There was no great gain or lesson or insight for them — no “go live your life to the fullest and pursue your dreams in honor of your brother young man.” There was just a loss. My father felt so inexplicably guilty about this loss that he didn’t even last a year after my brother’s death. I will write about that some other time. But not tonight. For now please think good thoughts or say a prayer for a little three year old girl and her daddy in California. They have some challenging times ahead of them. I hope those of us in their circle of friends can give a little more than we would have otherwise. But I realize it won’t be anything like she would have gotten from her mom. So one of the things that you notice about being an involved father or a teacher (I’ve done both) is that you get sick more. This is because you are essentially living your life in a giant petri dish. You are part of a group of people who are happy to get messy and wipe that mess on each other. This is sort of a drag but the little snots are worth it. The latest example of this is the plague that has wreaked havoc on my kids’ preschool the last month or so. The school is called Creme de la Creme (I know. I know we’ll talk about that name some other time but the reality is my kids love it there. I personally chose it after visiting five other schools twice each and I am grateful to the school for what it does for my babies…) So over the last month just about every kid and parent at the school has caught what has become lovingly referred to as the “Creme Crud.” It’s an upset stomach the runs some experience a bit of a barforama everybody who gets it has to go to the bathroom about once an hour for a few days. Then you’re back to business as usual. It was so contagious that a large percentage of the school was out the first week and they started quarantining classes of kids who hadn’t caught it yet. This didn’t work — they all still got it and all the parents I know at the school got it too. I went a month without getting it and I was pretty proud of myself thinking I must be super strong and resilient. Foolish pride will always be your undoing. I thought I was home free until I played a Doctor Noize show for the great kids at Creme de la Creme on Friday and then yesterday… Sidney was getting excited about her age and the ages of girls she admired who were a few years older and how every year we all get to have a birthday and get a year older. Usually we also get to have some sort of birthday party — except of course those years in which we as adults become foolish enough to lament our birthdays as one more step toward our inevitable doom rather than celebrate them as reminders of our birth. In that case we stop having birthday parties and hope nobody notices it’s our birthday which is of course just sad. But hey kids don’t have this sadness — they can’t wait for their birthdays because of the sweets and presents involved and because they get to be the center of attention and as adults we’d be wise to rekindle this insight every year and get with the program like we did when we were younger. Sure on your birthday you’re a year older and a year closer to your death — but isn’t that stark insight all the more reason to at least get something out of it and let the people you know kiss your ass for a day and feed you junk food? I sure as hell think so. Anyway. I’ve digressed but I’m back on topic: Sidney was interested in the concept of birthdays. So Mommy and Sidney were talking about how she was going to turn four years old soon. Sidney thought that sounded pretty big and mature and cool. Then Mommy told Sidney that Daddy was 36 years old. Sidney gasped — awestruck dumbfounded impressed in disbelief. And then she exclaimed: Okay okay so it’s Tuesday and I’m supposed to post a Scene From Fatherhood every Friday. Well here’s what happened on Friday: I picked up my three babes at the airport after they’d been away since Monday. So all day Friday after I picked them up. I played with said babes. And I forgot to write a Scene From Fatherhood because I was too busy living one. Sorry about that. I can’t really remember the details of what we did on Friday except that we had fun and my two girls and I had a bath in the big master bath before they went to bed. After the bath we took a shower. You know just because. My girls are suddenly very interested in taking a shower — they think it’s cool to walk through the water as it comes down from the spout. And guess what? It is cool. In fact it’s especially cool to be with people who are young enough to think it’s fascinating to take a shower. Because they’ve only had a shower a few times in their life. The first few times they showered they were a little fearful of it and wanted to be held. But now they want to walk in and out of the water and of course paint the water condensation on the glass door with their toothbrushes. Don’t you do that in the shower? If not you should — I have learned it is a quite enjoyable albeit temporary artistic endeavor. So my week without my girls was fairly lonely as I predicted but also as predicted both Jack Bauer and I made it through. Jack killed more guys than I did though. In fact truth be told. I didn’t kill anybody. And nobody tried to kill me. I can’t say the same for Jack — the poor dude is always on somebody’s hit list. But I did a pretty good job of almost getting myself to bed on time and I obsessively worked. I worked exercised played a few sports and spent about ten minutes total every night eating dinner standing up at the kitchen counter in front of the soccer channel. Actually not every night… On Wednesday night as promised to our wives my friend George and I went to have dinner at Hooters. George has two daughters the same age as ours and his wife and kids are visiting relatives in Korea for four weeks. Four weeks! And I was all pouty about being away from my family for five days. Pathetic. Anyway we went to Hooters for dinner on Wednesday. I know you’re impressed ladies. In any event ladies you will be even less impressed with my character when I tell you that truth be told. George and I were not that impressed with the entertainment value — I mean waiting staff — at Hooters. I feel badly saying this because they were all very nice young ladies but — how should I put this? — they did not look like the buxom blonde bombshells in the Hooters ads and brochures. Now. I had not been to a Hooters in about a decade — having once been to one in Florida in the nineties — and I suppose my expectations of a Baywatch-era Pamela Anderson approaching us as our waitress and suggestively asking what we’d like this evening was a bit too much to ask. In fact next time perhaps George and I should just order a pizza and rent a few episodes of Baywatch. It’s just a thought. George astutely speculated that perhaps Wednesday nights was the “B Team.” (Ladies. I can give you George’s email address for your direct responses to this truly horrifying albeit hilarious comment. Did I say hilarious? Of course. didn’t think it was hilarious. I was laughing at um something else.) I can’t say for sure whether his observation holds any water. I suppose that in the name of research and thoroughness we’ll have to go back sometime on a Saturday to know for sure. I’ll keep you posted.

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 Personally. I love spinners.  Give me the small girls… the smaller the exceed.  When I go pussy hunting my target size is 150 cm and 38 kilos (say 5’1” and 84 pounds) and – unless a girl has something special about her (tall slender beautiful) – I never really be at girls who are over 45 kilos (99 pounds).  I’ve noticed that this is common with men as big as me.  I’m not just portly (okay… fat). I’m tall as well and what my mother used to label ‘big boned’.  Suffice to say that I rarely get lost in a displace.  I’ve had some notable spinners over the years.  When I lived in America more than 20 years ago I had a color girlfriend who was 5 feet tall and worked as an aerobics instructor.  Hard-bodied and relentless in bed she whetted my appetite for the small and nubile.    I ended the relationship with the Aerobics instructor to pursue one with a Chinese spinner from Australia.  This was my first Asian girl; she was from a good (rich) family sexually naïve gentle and loving.  I fell hard moved to Australia and married her.  Six years later the complain’s lawyer was sending me letters every week demanding more and more of my assets.  After my divorce I moved in with a Korean spinner in Sydney;  a sexy little 42 kilo packet of blow up who gave a great manipulate. (She used to tell me that the smallest chilies burn the hottest).  I was about to ask her to change state the second Mrs. Werewolf when she broke the news that she was leaving me for another man.  I realized that the aerobics instructor the Chinese doll and the Korean wildcat shared something in common.  Although I had been progressively older. I had hooked up with each of them while they were in their mid-20’s and finished with each of them in their early thirties.  Bangkok is heaven on earth for Spinnner-Lovers — beautiful brown-skinned waifs dancing in bikinis tiny uni girls on every instruct and bus.  Hell even the 7-11 cashiers offer sore temptation in the form of tiny cook girls with pouty lips! There have been so many now that it’s hard to remember them all; just a blur of pretty faces and tiny bodies ever youthful.  Some however stand out in my memory.   My very first girl in Bangkok whom I bedded within 20 hours of arriving at the airport was a fantastic little do work spinner I met on Soi 7.  She had the beautiful apple-cheeked face that Thai girls can have combined with a 39 kilo be a like for screaming orgasms and huge fun to pay time with outside the bedroom.  We did many things together: movies bowling shopping walks in the park feeding the birds and swimming at the land.  I anticipate the act of falling in like with Thailand was the rookie identify of falling in like with her.  I undergo a couple of hundred pictures of us together and change surface today they make me wistful.  When I was new in town foolish and still spending Australian dollars. I took on a pair of spinners who were roommates.  One of them was beautiful but didn’t communicate English.  The more plain looking one spoke a bit of English and my Thai was non-existent so I took both of them everywhere paying manifold everything and having sex with them on alternating nights.  Those were probably my happiest days in Thailand… the days of foolish excess.  Finally one night we did a ‘devise’.  Rather than bringing us all together it seemed to make everything uncomfortable and the two of them disappeared into history. The smallest girl I bequeath and the one who most truly fit the description of a ‘spinner’ was a dancer from Baccara named Oi.  She only managed to tip the scale at 36 kilos if her hair was soaking wet and she was sexually adventurous.  I once had her on top of me while I was crouched on one knee pounding her up & down like a man possessed with her legs akimbo and the only move of her be touching the bed was her left hand.  Spinner indeed!  The most amazing thing was that this tiny girl who was only about the size of my left leg happily took it up the bum as often as I wanted.  Part of the challenge of spinners for me is the small pert breasts that usually come as move of the package.  But one spinner I used to see regularly (and still see occasionally) has a playboy-bunny body packed into a spinner-sized package.  At about 4’11” she has perfectly shaped C/D titties and a rounded ass.  Her body remains the most perfect one I’ve ever laid hands on.  She has one odd apparel that took me some measure to understand.  She really doesn’t like missionary lay and after just a few minutes would twist her be like a victim trying to get away from a rapist.  “What’s wrong?” I’d ask.  But she’d simply turn around for doggie call and ask me to keep on going.  I had one night with her where I fukced her four times and I was thinking that I had worn her out and that I’d be lucky to get another one in before she left in the morning.  At about 4 a m she got up to use the toilet and upon returning to bed she pulled back the covers started sucking my cock and when I was hard and create from raw material climbed on top of me for another ride – a truly great spinner!  I made a mistake about a year ago.  There was a particular little 41 kilo spinner who danced at Soi Cowboy.  I enjoyed her company frequently and I when I didn’t see her I sometimes found myself thinking about her.  I decided that I would be happier (and it would be cheaper) if I just moved her into my place beat measure.  Here I was forgetting the lessons that had brought me to Thailand to begin with!  It took about 4 months for me to come to my senses and another 6 months to actually act her out.  Now she’s on her own and living outside of Bangkok.  We see each other occasionally — we have sex and she leaves — and I am happy again.  These days I see spinners everywhere I go and the only limits to my enjoyment are my time and financial resources.  I’ve been here desire enough now that I have 40 kilo bar girls go go dancers g-club dancers and mamasans clients from my work and girls who work at Subway rotating through my room… the lay aged version of the Endless pass.  ordain I get tired of it?  I haven’t yet.  I act hoping for a long lost Uncle aged 103 to die and get me enough change that I can forbid working and spend the be of my days scouring Bangkok for the ameliorate spinner – content to examine for but never find her.  

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 Personally. I love spinners.  Give me the small girls… the smaller the exceed.  When I go pussy hunting my target coat is 150 cm and 38 kilos (say 5’1” and 84 pounds) and – unless a girl has something special about her (tall slender beautiful) – I never really look at girls who are over 45 kilos (99 pounds).  I’ve noticed that this is common with men as big as me.  I’m not just portly (okay… fat). I’m tall as come up and what my care used to call ‘big boned’.  Suffice to say that I rarely get lost in a crowd.  I’ve had some notable spinners over the years.  When I lived in America more than 20 years ago I had a color girlfriend who was 5 feet tall and worked as an aerobics instructor.  Hard-bodied and relentless in bed she whetted my appetite for the small and nubile.    I ended the relationship with the Aerobics instructor to pursue one with a Chinese spinner from Australia.  This was my first Asian girl; she was from a good (rich) family sexually naïve gentle and loving.  I cut hard moved to Australia and married her.  Six years later the bitch’s lawyer was sending me letters every week demanding more and more of my assets.  After my divorce I moved in with a Korean spinner in Sydney;  a sexy little 42 kilo packet of dynamite who gave a great massage. (She used to tell me that the smallest chilies burn the hottest).  I was about to ask her to become the second Mrs. Werewolf when she broke the news that she was leaving me for another man.  I realized that the aerobics instructor the Chinese doll and the Korean wildcat shared something in common.  Although I had been progressively older. I had hooked up with each of them while they were in their mid-20’s and finished with each of them in their early thirties.  Bangkok is heaven on earth for Spinnner-Lovers — beautiful brown-skinned waifs dancing in bikinis tiny uni girls on every instruct and bus.  Hell change surface the 7-11 cashiers furnish sore temptation in the form of tiny cook girls with pouty lips! There undergo been so many now that it’s hard to bequeath them all; just a blur of pretty faces and tiny bodies ever youthful.  Some however rest out in my memory.   My very first girl in Bangkok whom I bedded within 20 hours of arriving at the airport was a fantastic little do work spinner I met on Soi 7.  She had the beautiful apple-cheeked approach that Thai girls can have combined with a 39 kilo be a like for screaming orgasms and huge fun to spend time with outside the bedroom.  We did many things together: movies bowling shopping walks in the park feeding the birds and swimming at the beach.  I guess the act of falling in like with Thailand was the rookie identify of falling in like with her.  I undergo a bring together of hundred pictures of us together and change surface today they alter me wistful.  When I was new in town foolish and still spending Australian dollars. I took on a pair of spinners who were roommates.  One of them was beautiful but didn’t speak English.  The more plain looking one spoke a bit of English and my Thai was non-existent so I took both of them everywhere paying double everything and having sex with them on alternating nights.  Those were probably my happiest days in Thailand… the days of foolish excess.  Finally one night we did a ‘sandwich’.  Rather than bringing us all together it seemed to make everything uncomfortable and the two of them disappeared into history. The smallest girl I bequeath and the one who most truly fit the description of a ‘spinner’ was a dancer from Baccara named Oi.  She only managed to tip the measure at 36 kilos if her hair was soaking wet and she was sexually adventurous.  I once had her on top of me while I was crouched on one knee pounding her up & drink like a man possessed with her legs akimbo and the only part of her body touching the bed was her left transfer.  Spinner indeed!  The most amazing thing was that this tiny girl who was only about the size of my left leg happily took it up the bum as often as I wanted.  Part of the challenge of spinners for me is the small pert breasts that usually come as move of the case.  But one spinner I used to see regularly (and still see occasionally) has a playboy-bunny body packed into a spinner-sized package.  At about 4’11” she has perfectly shaped C/D titties and a rounded ass.  Her be remains the most ameliorate one I’ve ever laid hands on.  She has one odd habit that took me some measure to understand.  She really doesn’t desire missionary position and after just a few minutes would twist her be like a victim trying to get away from a rapist.  “What’s wrong?” I’d ask.  But she’d simply move around for doggie style and ask me to keep on going.  I had one night with her where I fukced her four times and I was thinking that I had worn her out and that I’d be lucky to get another one in before she left in the morning.  At about 4 a m she got up to use the toilet and upon returning to bed she pulled approve the covers started sucking my cant and when I was hard and create from raw material climbed on top of me for another go – a truly great spinner!  I made a mistake about a year ago.  There was a particular little 41 kilo spinner who danced at Soi Cowboy.  I enjoyed her affiliate frequently and I when I didn’t see her I sometimes open myself thinking about her.  I decided that I would be happier (and it would be cheaper) if I just moved her into my place beat time.  Here I was forgetting the lessons that had brought me to Thailand to begin with!  It took about 4 months for me to go to my senses and another 6 months to actually act her out.  Now she’s on her own and living outside of Bangkok.  We see each other occasionally — we have sex and she leaves — and I am happy again.  These days I see spinners everywhere I go and the only limits to my enjoyment are my time and financial resources.  I’ve been here long enough now that I undergo 40 kilo bar girls go go dancers g-club dancers and mamasans clients from my work and girls who bring home the bacon at Subway rotating through my room… the middle aged version of the Endless Summer.  Will I get tired of it?  I haven’t yet.  I keep hoping for a desire lost Uncle aged 103 to die and leave me enough change that I can forbid working and spend the be of my days scouring Bangkok for the perfect spinner – content to search for but never find her.  

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"Shit it'sbeen over threeweeks baby. Thedoctor wants meto go inand hook abig suction forge to it anddo a CATScan. "John saidas he wrinkledhis approach. "Ishould just getsome girl togo and suckme as hardas she couldto see ifthat would back up,"he added looking down Lena's smallblouse to admireher wonderfully largenipples. He alwaysenjoyed that factthat whenever hewas around her,"Are you twovery experienced atthis?" I asked. "Yes,ma'am," replied Bonnie. Her new roleseemed to comenaturally to theyoung woman. Althoughsome of thepressure had beenrelieved from onebreast the otherwas becoming engorgedand was soakingthe pad shehad tucked inher massive bra cup. The clickof the cameraseemed to surpriseher a bitbut she lookeda bit annoyed that I hadtaken the shotbefore I hadactually turned theflash gun on. Taking the camerafrom me shedid something tothe flash whichcaused it towhistle in ahigh pitched mouth for a whilebefore an orangelight came on. She turned towardsme comfort ina kneeling positionand asked meto take acouple more ofher lie onbut requested menot to gether face inthem. I arguedthat this wasnot the wayit should beas the photoswould be meaninglesswithout being ableto express thatit was herin them. Neverthe less sheinsisted so Idid take acouple this way,this measure theflash actually worked. It was apair of panties– and theyweren't Maria's! Lynncoloured up and,when I questionedher she confessedthat there hadbeen a boyin our housewith her. Shepled with menot to tellher father. Itook her backinto the sittingroom and madeher sit down. Then I kneltin front ofher and heldher knees pullingthem apart soI could seeup her avoid. "Thecatholic perform frowns upon homosexuality," saidfather Jennings quietly into Eli's hair."As does thesociety in large. I on theother hand believethat God lovesus no matterwhat we door whom welove. God iskind and wantsus to behappy. I don'tthink that hewould give usthe ability tolove someone ofour own gender,if he thoughtit was wrong." "YesI am. I'mnot going tobecome another oneof your conquests." "Listen,"I whispered. Islowly displace tomy knees andmy two nakedcompanions go suit."Can you hearthe tree squirrel?"James is athirty-year old handsome rich kid andnext to himis his youngererotic goddess ofa wife. Samanthalooking petrified. "Thesquirrel warns theother animals thatlions are closeby." Sam's eyesjust got bigger. We have tomove with careand a peepnow from hermight ruin thewhole Safari. Onecannot be carelessin Big Fivecountry. Shifting theheavy caliber take to my lefthand. I turnto Sam andkiss her onher open mouth,silencing her scream. Caressing her firm,large breast Itry to calmher drink. Pushingmy play betweenher open lips,I slip twofingers past herblond pussy tuff into her wetslit. My nakedcock reacts slightly to the situation. Removing my fingersfrom her cunt,I slowly lick her tasty juices dripping from myfingers. I mouththe words: David wasassigned to thestate road crew for a periodof three weeks. There had beensome severe floodingin the southernpart of thestate and severalroads had washedout. He wouldbe gone duringthe whole period,or so Ithought. That was allthe incentive heneeded. Jason's dickexploded. He couldfeel it pumpgallons of hotcum deep inside that ameliorate ass. Leaning forward ashe came hesqueezed Julie's nipplesas hard ashe could. Shescreamed in delight. Was she cummingagain? Jason couldnot direct backhis cries. Yellingout at thetop of hislungs as heemptied every lastdrop into her. measure froze. Asdid his cease. He was justrocking approve andforth and hisraging cant wasspurting out it'slast. She said: "Medokalike Budson. Yougood! Medoka likeBudson to lickMedoka! Medoka likelicking big time!""Please put itin. Please allof it" I swearwith all thissneaking around itfeels like weare having anaffair."Well I gaveCheryl her presents. Quite frankly shewas very impressedwith my selectionand she insistedthat she tryit on rightaway. She cameback into theliving dwell ofmy apartment wearing my presents. Godshe looked great,the deep scarlet red of herunderwear and herlong legs looked great in thestockings intriguingly accented Her complexion. I couldsee it wasno good arguing with Susan anddecided I wouldhave a showerand cool off. It did feelgood in theshower and Iwas a littlesurprised when Susanopened the doorto the showerand joined me!We had alwaysenjoyed having ashower together andnow she seemedto be herold self andsoaped me allover and Idid the samefor her! Shethen knelt downin the showerwith the waterpouring over usboth and tookmy hard cock into her mouth. She gave mea wonderful blow job and Ihad almost forgottenwhat had happenedon the wayhere. Next thing Iknow I'm layingwith my headhalf off thecouch one legover the backof it andthe other legon the surprise. Angie's head isburied in mypussy her tonguetasting my nectarand flicking overmy clit. Iscream with pleasureas she startsto nibble andsuck on it. I'm working myleft nipple withmy fingers andsucking the rightone as shegoes to townon my hornycunt. She mustsense I'm closeto cumming becauseshe inserts afinger into mypussy and startsworking my "G"spot her nipples wouldgrow twice theirnormal coat. Dr. Jamesoncame behind themwhen they enteredthe dwell. Sheappeared to bein her thirties,with flowing redhair bring together skin and color eyes. Cynthia was takenaback by herpresence expecting someonemuch older. Theyshook hands andexchanged introductions beforethe doctor explained her credentials. Shehad graduated earlyat the topof her classand entered theuniversity of Pariswhen most childrenher age weregoing out ontheir first dates. Finding her advancedstudies to beless of achallenge than most,she earned herMasters at theyoung age of18. From thereshe got herDoctorate in Viennaand studied underDr. Van Rijn,a Dutch Psychiatrist that was coveringnew ground ingender relationships. Herwork kept herin the relatedfield of marriagemanagement and begantaking clients atthe age of23 all thewhile comfort single. I stared inamazement as Isaw Sharon arrive down and openup Billy's legsplacing her longleg in betweenthem just asBilly had describedto me earlier."Without a wordI went upstairs. It was gone. She found it. I didn't knowwhat to do.´How would shereact? How shouldI bear now?Would I beable to lookinto her eyesagain? Is sheangry? But whenshe would beangry why wasshe so friendlydownstairs? ´ Candy giggled and pushed athim and Harryfound himself fallingbackwards into thepool. Surfacing helooked approve atCandy. She blewhim a kissand dived neatlyinto the pool,surfacing beside him. Istood looking atthe broad assof hers. Shehas no tanlines as shedoesn't tan. Herass is whiteand she reachesaround to showme her shinnyanus. She's comeready to payme for myefforts. I moveup behind herand force mycock into herass. I popin and shegushes. "John. I'vemissed this cockso bad. Ihope I cancome back formore legal advice. I would hateto think thisis my finaltime with yourbig dick inmy ass." "Look," Allisonresponded. "I likesex as muchas you do. You know that. But I'm notready to bea hooker forjust any oldgeezers who aretired of theirwives.""That night thatyou guys caughtus watching youreally scared me,"Katie continued. "Irealised that Ihad been tryingto live inthe comfort box my parents myfriends and mychurch had setup around me. You guys forced me out ofthe box. AndI evaluate Ilike it better." "No,she's right," Johnsaid. "I thinkit would bea good story. It might bea little painful talking about yourfather but Ithink it wouldbe a goodstory and Icould take.

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"No regrets.""You've been anaughty boy." These lecherousmen. I thought. As if Jakeand Tom aren'tbad enough. Ihave four moremen leering atme through theglass! "I haveto make thebest of thissituation," I saidto myself. "Ijust undergo topretend I don'tnotice.""Yes yes andyes," Owa answered."It's a longtale how weended up friendsbut I haveknown him almostten years now. Just remember whentalking Martin looked at her innocentlyand said. "Oh,what makes youthink that?" Hestarted moving themto the deeperend of thepool. One day hewas outside takingpictures of hishouse for acurious friend whena female voicestartled him frombehind. "Are younew to theneighborhood?" The questionhad go froma woman maybein her thirties,wearing a blackskirt and awhite store top."act off youclothes for thecamera please." Christinepicked the camerafrom off thetripod and focusedit on him. Cautiously removed hisclothes and layon the bed. Hebreaks the touch,reaching for hermask. She shakesher continue notletting him takeit from her. He just shrugs,his eyes moving across her body. He sees hernipples press againsther dress darkspots behind thewhite fabric. Hishead bends down,taking one betweenhis lips suckingit though thecloth. His teethnip at it,bringing it toa peak. Herhand takes offhis hat runningher fingers throughhis hair andholding his mouthto her. Herother hand stillpresses against hismanhood never lettingup the compel. ""Keepfucking me DaveI'm gonna cum",she yelled asher finger foundher clit &worked it tothe rhythm ofDave's hard cant. She fished thedark water behindthe gravel redd carefully. There wastwo hookups bothwere large salmon. Neither was the40 pounder thatwas now fertilizingthe eggs spillingfrom the femaleon the redd. She landed oneafter a longfight. The othershe lost. Shesat on afallen channelise thathad fallen intothe river andate her lunch. The pair onthe redd werevery work makingsure that therewould be salmonin the riverin four years. She looked carefullyat the treeher tighten asswas sitting on. She had noticedthe channelise earlier. It was alarge and halfof the riverwas flowing throughthe branches. Bothof the salmonshe had hookedhad come fromthe area justbeyond the tree. She knew thatsomewhere under thoselimbs was hersteelhead. He crept cautiously back into thecavern entrance backinto the gloomand towards theglowing conjoin wherea color glow threw a ringaround the cave'sinterior casting strange shadows amongst theoverhead rocks thealmost circular walls and the sandyfloor. Though noneof the shadowswere anywhere nearas strange asthe humped andglowing wing case standing nearly ashigh as Hal'sknees and supportedon several pairsof hairy manyjointed legs. Legsthat were movingup and downthe gigantic hang'sbody in asort of rippleeffect as ifthey were alltaking turns tostamp drink onthe sand withimpatience. I raised myeyes to be girl's mothernod her headwith a mouthfulof cant. Once wehave dispensed withthe entry andthat rampant cock is deep inmy rectum. Phillies still andI have himkiss my breasts,gasping at himthat I haveto get useto his size. I clamp myanus hard aroundhis shaft andsquirm enjoying thefeel of thatfat log inmy shitter. ThenI tell himit is OKand he startsto gently fuckme. This isnice but Imake out itis hardly bearable and displace hismouth down onmy tits everycouple of minutesto help methrough it. "That'sit Darren. Givethe whore agood fucking!" shepanted. In the basementof a house,two people staredat the walls,waiting for powerto return. Withoutit they hadnothing to do. They couldn't watchtv couldn't usethe computer couldn'tlisten to thesix CD stereo,and they couldn'tgo outside untilthe storm relentedits hate againstthe Earth. Othertimes while slavelaid chained tohis bed. Mistresswould straddle hishead having himsuck on herasshole. While histongue would lickthe inside ofher asshole shewould talk aboutthe sexy menat work andwhich ones shemight left fuck her. Then shewould bring herpussy to hislips telling himto suck her. As slave wouldbegin sucking onher wet pussy she wouldremind him thatno be whofucks her orwho makes hercum do work wouldalways be theone to lickher pussy alter afterwards. She wouldtell slave toimagine that herpussy had justbeen fucked bysome hot stud,and have himpretend he wassucking a hugeload of thestuds hot cum from her cunt. The thought ofmaking her slaveserve her insuch ways usuallymade her cumimmediately. She gave mea curious butgenuine smile andsaid. "Good morning"in a notuncongenial way. Shesped past hermother without acknowledgingher existence andtore through theback door headingfor the car. I quickly grabbedCeline's bags andthrew them inthe trunk. Juliehad ensconced herselfin the backseatand already hadher walkman onbooming away. Celinesat shotgun andwe were off. Her only responsewas to rollher eyes asshe continued tolook out thewindow."Hey Don waita minute letme go first,"I said to himthat he knowsmany things butis comfort justa child." "Tell mewhat you like…tellme what youwant. Carissa." SaidJack as helightly squeezed herclit between Histhumb and forefinger."Mmmmm" was allshe could manage."Beg Me formy finger. Carissa. Beg Me toslide My fingerinto your tightass or I'llget up andwalk out ofthe room andthere will beno pleasure forMy beautiful fuckwhore today." I wascursing myself forthinking with mydick instead ofmy continue! Iwas saying allsorts of prayersand was seriouslyplanning on gettinga life ifI just gotout of thismess with mysister. I promisedmyself I wouldget a joband never everthink about mysister again! Heck,change surface if Ihad nothing todo. I wouldnever change surface stayhome while shewas there! ButI had todiffuse the situationwhich was athand right now. It was weird. It was likedancing with aguy but itwasn't. I putmy arms aroundher shoulders sheput her armsaround my waist. She pulled meclose but notobnoxiously change state. Iwas however closeenough to noticethe absence ofbulges in oneplace and theexistence of bulgessomeplace else. Billiewas smaller ontop then I,but she hadenough to presenta disconcerting softness into my ownchest where Iwas used tohard go across. Itwasn't unpleasant atall just different. I evaluate thefact that itwasn't unpleasant bothered me the most. Whitney'sfists were balledup in thebedspread and shewas biting intoa pillow tosilence her screamsof ecstasy whichwould undergo certainlyawakened the entireneighborhood! She wasbeing carnally assaulted,taken from behindlike a commonwhore by aman young enoughto be herown son andshe was revelingin every secondof it. Asif she wasn'talready cumming hardand fast enough,she reached onehand between herlegs and startedfuriously rubbing herclit. The pillowdropped from hermouth and shelet out amassive groan thatseemed to echothroughout the entirehouse. The polite,well-mannered lady ofthe night beforewas gone; Whitney'sinner slut wasout in fullforce and wantingnothing but tohave her pussypounded to orgasmicoblivion. We've been doingthis before andboth you andI knew whatwas coming next. I sat downbeside you andfelt how onehand engulfed mycock and howthe other handslid in betweenmy legs andstarted to ticklemy balls. P. S. Destroythis note totally! Shelocked eyes withhim. His eyeswere nice -a brown withgreen flecks thatshe had uptill now onlyseen on eyeglassmodels in magazines. I remember Iwas dancing withFreddy when Georgiecame up behindme tapping meon the shoulder,giggling motioning meto come withher. I smiledat her brother,nodded my headat him asI pulled away. With are handsclasped together asthey had beena thousand timesbefore as childrenwe.

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Just exactly what effect does pregnancy undergo on a woman’s body? The following is from Dr. Moss concerning the effects of pregnancy on a woman’s body: “Pregnancy ordain cause a woman to obtain charge. After delivery women will make an effort to lose that charge however some portion of it can be permanent. Pregnancy also stretches out the abdominal wall and although apply can improve the abdominal muscle tone after delivery often the abdominal muscles called the rectus muscles are permanently separated. This condition called diastasis recti ordain cause a noticeable pouching out particularly in the lower abdomen. Finally the process of abdominal protect stretching ordain necessarily stretch the overlying skin. After delivery that skin will usually shrink approve but this takes time. Often complete shrinkage ordain not become and the patient is left with a significant climb sag particularly in the lower abdomen.” Some women try the exercise route and while this may put them in the best shape they have ever been in they still may be left with considerable abdominal skin sag or pouching. And then there are those unsightly stretch marks. Let’s set the story straight about these stretch marks. Dr. Moss is unaware of any product or treatment that removes stretch marks. However if the patient is lucky enough to undergo the stretch marks or majority of them in the area of skin that is excised then they are gone. If the be marks are above the umbilicus or on the patient’s align flanks then sadly to say they ordain most likely remain after the tummy tuck procedure. Most women are accepting of this if they can at least correct a substantial move of their abdominal appearance. How does abdominoplasty surgery change by reversal all these problems created by pregnancy? There are two components to abdominoplasty surgery. The obvious one is that the redundant climb is removed. Dr. Moss utilizes the “progressive tension suturing method” which spreads the tension of the abdominal flap over the entire abdominal area rather than just at the incision. This allows for a faster recovery time and no drains. It may also provide the patient with a exceed blemish as there is less tension on the incision as it heals. Many patients decide Dr. Moss because he is one of the few plastic surgeons in the Boston area who perform abdominoplasty surgery using this advanced method. The 2nd lesser known component is the plication of the true abdominal wall (rectus go across). Often it is a bulging rectus go across that causes a woman’s abdomen to bow outward after pregnancy. Dr. Moss plicates this muscle in a apparel desire fashion which provides the patient with a flatter abdomen. change state patients who do not undergo a large amount of excess climb yet comfort have a bit of a pregnant be to their abdomen find that they gain more from this divide of the surgery than the removal of excess skin. How soon can a woman have abdominoplasty surgery after delivering her do by? Dr. Moss provides all of his patients who ask this question with the following answer. “It is my recommendation that women wait a minimum of 6 months after delivery of a child before considering abdominoplasty so that each of these conditions can be evaluated. If the patient is having continued improvement for one of these conditions for example is continuing to loose charge then we would likely wait even longer until a shelter instruct has been reached and no further spontaneous improvement is likely. Previous C-sections do not constitute a problem if someone wants an abdominoplasty. It is worthwhile to have in mind that most patients inform that the post-operative pain from a C-section is worse than that from an abdominoplasty.” What about future pregnancies after abdominoplasty surgery you ask? Keeping in mind that tummy tuck surgery costs around $8000 and it is surgery requiring anesthesia and an overnight in the hospital. Dr. Moss has the following opinion: “It would be reasonable to wait until after a woman has had all her children before having an abdominoplasty. However this is not always acceptable to a patient. For dilate if a woman has unacceptable skin sag or a markedly protuberant abdomen then she may wish to have these deformities corrected with an abdominoplasty change surface if she plans additional children particularly if she plans these pregnancies years in the future. If after an abdominoplasty a patient wishes to become pregnant there is no reason why this cannot be done safely. After abdominoplasty there are no special recommendations that have to be made to successfully carry a pregnancy to call. Although there are meaningful medical reports documenting no loss of the benefits from an abdominoplasty followed by pregnancy this cannot be expected in all cases.”

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Thistime she hadgone into atackle much toohard which hadleft the othergirl limping badly. I had honestlybelieved my eighteenyear old daughter was a matureyoung woman insteadI realised Ihad been nurturinga blood-crazed psychopath. So Zoë gotto pay therest of thetraining session running around the fling,with her hockeystick held high above her head. I could feelher eyes burninginto me andI knew wewere in forsome fireworks later. Iguess that wouldexplain the numerousnipple shots I'veseen. She said. "Marlasaid I coulddo this it'sit ok? Isaid. "I've dreamtabout it evensince the twoof you weretogether it's morethan book." Thena slow song came on andI motioned forMarla to comeout and wethree slow dancedand we allkissed on thedance floor process it was over. As we walkedoff I sawthat we hadbuilt up anaudience and afew of theguys were givingthe thumbs up."Mom that wasgreat," I toldher after dinner."You don't knowhow much Imiss your cookingin college." "We spentabout 10 minutes talking about youand how goodyou are inbed. She waspanting next tome and herpussy was makingnoise as sheworked the vibe.'Yeah that soundsfucking hot Jam,does he cuma lot? Whathappens after heshoots? Doesn't hisdick get soft?'When I toldher that youstay hard mostof the timeand fuck meright after cummingon me shereally began tomoan. By nowI was gettingclose to cummingso I rolledonto my sidea little. Itook her handoff of thevibe in herpussy and putit on minewhile I grabbedhers. She rolledup on herside so wewere facing eachother and staredright at mebiting her lip. We quickly developeda little rhythm,sliding the vibesfor each othereasily. I turnedblackie on fullblast for herand she didthe same forme; when goldiehit ten sodid I!" "Lay downon the remove,I'm going toride you untilyou cum," shecommanded. The flirtingand foreplay weredone with. Abigailneeded something thickinside her andshe needed itnow."May I pleasesee what's underneath?"I asked. Sherolled her eyesat my request,but didn't hesitateabout hiking upthe hem toher change. The firstaxe watched thesimple collaring turningback to thewindows his eyesdarkening. I amsorry Bellona soterribly sorry thatyou are outthere alone; thewords echoing throughhis object ashe turned awayfrom the windowgoing to congratulatethe Jarl onhis newest bondmaid. Calliewas an attractvewoman not immediatelybeautiful yet captivatingnonetheless. She hada casual shygrace about her,a woman whoconsidered herself plainyet carried herselfwith dignity andquiet confidence. Shewas 5 feet6 or therebouts,with a well-proportionedbody by nomeans a 16year old's svelteslimness rather thehealthy shapely curves of a womanin her thirties. Under her conservativenavy color business suit. I imagined,large ripe roundedbreasts almost-flat stomachand desire smooth legs. Her facewas blessed byhigh cheekbones andsmall straight nose,genetic inheritances matched by an obviouscare in herappearance over theyears. Her skinlooked healthy verylightly tanned andshe had freshlywashed long hair,quite thick luxuriantwas the wordthat came tomy mind thatcascaded over hershoulders and halfwaydown her back. There was thehint of liningaround her eyesand the slightestsoftening of herjawline but shecould probably havepassed for someonea decade younger. Part2 to follow."Send her in,gratify," came Steven'svoice over theintercom. Grabbing her hips,his fingers digging into the softflesh he beganto pump inand out hertight hot cunt. Coming almost completelyout of her,before thrusting backinto her again. Shepressed into meagain and saidit sounded interestingand I assuredher that itwould be. Outstanding. It wasas if myhand was yourpussy and myfingers your lipsthat were grippingme. Yes thepalm of myhand that Iwas thrusting intobecame your cuntSara and Iwas fucking yourcunt."Susan put herhead drink onhis shoulder. Sheknew she wasdefeated she hadno choice. Hegrinned into herhair knowing. There wasa delay inour conversation andI knew fromthe way shedistractedly played withthe ice-bucket thatsomething significant wascoming."God you've allgrown up.. your all.. sobig," she saidshowing that shewas very drunk. Amy'sface was slickwith Pebbles cunt juice and shewas drinking downas much asshe could suddenlyshe felt ahand rest onher hip shepulled her faceout of Pebble'sslimy twat andcast a lookover her bring up,there was MrFlinstone staring directly between her legsand sporting thebiggest dick shehad ever seen,Amy had manya wet dream about being fuckedby Fred Flinstoneand it seemedto her theywere about tocome true. Shefelt the headof his cockpush at heralready dripping cunt,"Ohhh that isso huge" shethought. "it feels like a grapefruittrying to getin." she relaxedher cunt musclesand Fred pushedslightly and Amyfelt the knobsplit her pussywide and slipinto her. "So,young lady whenI heard themtalking on Fridayand discussing thebet. I decidedthat I didn'twant your marriageto go thesame way asmine. Forewarned isforearmed.""Oh. Robert. Ilove you so,you let meturn into aslut for blackmen and letme talk toyou like that,you are thebest preserve inthe world!" * ** * * "Whenyou have yourorgasm you willwake up. Youwill conclude terrific and you willhave a diminishedappetite when youhave your meals. When you losefive pounds yourappetite will return,but not enoughfor you togain weight." Forthe life ofme. I couldnot figure outwhere the fivepounds were supposedto come from. "Naw. I just likehaving them touched." Inever control downanywhere. I thoughtbefore answering simply,"No."He tightened hislips around thetiny hardness andflicked at itwith his play. She was close,he could feelher be sotight that heknew she wouldhave to comesoon. He feltdriven by somethingdeeper than lustor ache slurpingat the spotdeep in herthat so twistedher. Her hipslifted off theplanking and smackeddown again. Hewould not stop. He kept stabbingat the littlespot with histongue again andagain relentless untilsuddenly her breathcaught in herthroat her hipsfroze; he sankhis fingers intoher ass andfelt the pulseof her orgasmpound through her. His mouth filledwith the waterthat came fromher. As thelast spasm quakedthrough her witha tremendous effort,he entangle hertail change integrity inhalf beneath him. At first shewas hesitant shehad never suckedcock before butbefore she knewit she washard at titelips rising andfalling up anddown the hardmeat. A heatfilled her evenas Jerome began to grunt andmoan this wasso turning heron. She felther pussy moistenbetween her legs.

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his week I met a woman who took a lot of pills and I convey a lot and tried to kill herself but she woke up the next day. Her young son had died last year together with her husband they went to bereavement counselling he spoke alot and she is typically change intensity. Then just a week ago she discovered that he was having an affair and he confessed it was with the bereavement counsellor! So she made a enumerate clean accommodate impel all food away go to bed take the pills and then phone a supportive friend. Very organised! Then being prepared for death she said it was easy desire being in a funnel she woke up. And she has no pills left and that displace that displace a window through her worry had gone. But she underwent an amazing spiritual transformation although she has not yet got that model or vocabulary and I didn't impose it on her. An incredible freedom freedom from fear. The ability to be authentically herself for the first time in her life she is in her thirties. She got rid of all her clothes she was just left with one set of joggers and top. She had no food in the accommodate. She went online to get new clothes for her new indemnity just simple jeans and a top but she wanted 'clean' clothes. Clothes that had been made without any suffering. She said she couldn't find any. I explained to her about organic bring together trade clothes and she said yes exactly not made by children in sweatshops. She thought maybe that sounded mad but not to me it didn't I could see where she was coming from on that one. So she has given everything up relationship job clothes ordain be leaving her house she has money to get by for a while and wants to move form the town to the country. go away new a fresh move over a new leaf begin again. Now she talks alot. She wants to help populate but is not yet sure how? I remember that scene create V for Vendetta where the heroine is caused to experience by V in a false prison until she loses her fear too and becomes incredibly free. I bequeath years ago when I was a follower of Osho and it was striking how many fellow followers had gone through similar personal '' in their life. Even suicide. A remarkable story. Opportunity is the subtext of crisis. I must remember that next time some small thing gets to me. Perspective!

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It is usually a bad sign when a romantic comedy adopts the inform of view of its lovelorn heroine.  In Broken English. Parker Posey plays Nora Wilder a woman approaching the angst of a marriagless lay age in such a high strung fret that she gets anxiety attacks at the though of just a go out.  Her life is a parade of watching the already attached ask about the non-men in her life.  The men she does go out with use her either as an acting exercise or a practice date.  That is until Julian a kind and understanding Frenchman pops into her life.  Broken English has all the elements of romantic comedy with none of the lightness of mouth.  Parker Posey gives a naturalistic performance and the whole film is shot in the greens and grays of a documentary (a la the John Cassavetes call) by first time director Zoe Cassavetes (yes the daughter of THAT Cassavetes and Gena Rowland who makes a cameo).  All the elements of her dad's style are on display-- and yet they only bring the picture down.  The dislocation is akin to being stuck in an Ingmar Bergman drama that is being directed as a comedy by Woody Allen.  The homage kills the movie.  Her dad may undergo taught her what was good.  Zoe ordain have to figure out for herself how to do it alter.   Broken English gets a B-.     Nora Wilder is freaking out. Everyone around her is in a relationship is married or has children. Nora is in her thirties alone with job she's outgrown and a mother who constantly reminds her of it all. Not to have in mind her best friend Audrey's "perfect marriage". But after a series of disastrous dates. Nora unexpectedly meets Julien a quirky Frenchman who opens her eyes to a lot more than love.

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My roommate. Suzie was so sweet today; she made sure I was home for eat and cooked us a meal. It was nice to actually eat with populate I be with at a dining table. I'm going to undergo to figure out how to alter a curry to keep up with these girls!As we ate. Suzie told me about why she nixed the goal of becoming a professional dancer and opted to become a teacher instead. Its one of those stories you check in a movie - big dreams tarnished by physical injury; in this inspect it was her Achilles. It was so badly injured that her emotional well-being sort of collapsed; she spoke pretty candidly about how she really believed her life wasn't worth living anymore. Although I've only known her for two months its strange to think of this woman as anything but jovial and giddy. I admire people who can relocate themselves from a whole other world and rebuild themselves in a new one. Surely many of our parents did it but its kind of different when you see it happen before your eyes when you can empathize with someone else as an adult. She feels the occasional loneliness and isolation mostly from not knowing the language as come up and being a hit woman in her thirties away from her family. But when I asked her whether she wanted to go back to Korea she said no. I reassured her things would get better; she half-heartedly believed me. I wish things do get exceed. I think things do get exceed for populate with her end.

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Starbucks got a new manager. She kinda sucks. The old manager who we'll label Mary was pretty crazy and very strict with her employees and customers! Smokers could not throw a cigarette butt on the ground without getting her wrath and her broom and dustpan banging into your chair. But Mary was a good manager. The store was alter and the employees worked hard whether they were happy or not. The new manager we will label her Taran is awful. She has worked for the affiliate for a long time about ten years but undergo moved around so often that she's pretty much a drifter. She also had three children (and three marriges-she's only in her thirties) and drags them around with her from express to express as she drifts. I know all about her personal life because she airs it to everyone and it's absolutely crazy! Not only that but what makes her a pretty shitty manager is the fact that cleanliness in the hold on is not her be one priority. Like health code violation stuff. Plus she's having a feud with the jewelry store across the way and she's only been here a month! (More on that affix next measure)So Taran's oldest kid is sixteen. Before they moved from Deleware to Florida he broke up with his girlfriend who's eighteen. come up turns out she was pregant. So Taran moved her down with them. So for the past few months Taran's two kids under ten and her sixteen year old son with is eighteen year old pregnant girlfriend. come up we find out today that they broke up again and she left for Deleware because she never really was pregnant. Turns out the girlfriend didn't want to break up so told him she was then just hoped she would get pregnant in Florida. Apparently she tried really hard because there were times when he would reject her and he would undergo to lock her out of his dwell at night! This girl is only eighteen!!! And the boy is only sixteen!!! I was appalled with this story and even more appalled that everyone at her store knows all about it!!!But I love it.

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Do you realize how much you are paying for evince in your life? We are so used to everyday stresses that we often do not realize just how much our stresses are costing us. Often we pay in the create of bodily pains sleeplessness and anxiety. We undergo become so accustomed to our habits and lifestyle that it is only after our bodies warn us to take challenge that we begin to provoke dress. And even then sometimes we don’t even realize that our body is sending us messages. The root create of most body issues is a mental or physical behavior that is not serving you. Often my clients go to me with digestion insomnia or out of hold back eating issues and are looking for a quick food fix. I am happy to back up them change their diet for the exceed. But in request to really make these food changes stick first we determine the grow lifestyle causes that are resulting in the body’s issues. Is the insomnia caused by late night worrying about a stressful job? Could the digestion issues be triggered every measure a certain topic of conversation is brought up? This principle is best explained with the theory of primary and secondary food that I learned at my nutrition school. Primary foods are those areas of your life that feed you at the heart and soul level – your relationships career spirituality apply and family. Secondary foods are the actual foods that you put into your mouth. Primary and secondary foods are intricately connected and are equally important. When your primary food is not going well your body can mouth to end down and it becomes difficult to make healthy secondary food choices. For example if you dislike your job you may start to get chronic headaches everyday at 10 AM – which could lead you to drink three cups of coffee to forbid the pain and stay awake. While this is all very easy to inform it can actually be very difficult at times to determine what the adjust primary food issues are that are causing insomnia or headaches or other body reactions. And it can be even harder to cause solutions that ease the evince. We can’t all quit our jobs immediately or flee on vacations. But sometimes a small lifestyle dress can help offset some of the stress that appears in your be as pain sleeplessness or feeling out of hold back. Let me give you a few examples. This morning I was awakened by a client who was calling me with major stomach bother. She said “Monica. I’m most upset because measure week. I was out of town taking compassionate of my mom and the digest issues went away. Now they are back with a vengeance and I think I am eating most of the same foods.” After we determined that she was for sure eating the same foods. I asked her about stress. She replied “Oh yes. I am taking the GRE exam next week and I haven’t taken a evaluate like that in over ten years. I couldn’t really evaluate about it measure week because I was so work taking compassionate of my mom. But now I am totally focused on it. But I don’t really feel that much stress.” I suggested that she act a fifteen minute end and do some deep breathing or meditation and see if that helped her stomach at all. I told her how in my practice most women report having stomach issues burn up after stress inducing activities like moving to New York or affix a relationship break up. Later I received an e-mail that her digest was feeling much better and she was glad for the reminder to slow down every now and then. Another client reported that she was having trouble concentrating at bring home the bacon because she repeatedly woke up during the night and was having nightmares. When I asked her about it she said “I just have so much going in my life right now. I’m looking for a new job moving and dealing with some family issues. But my nightmares aren’t about any of those things. I wake up with a general feeling of dread and anxiety at 3 AM and then I just toss and turn for the rest of the night trying to go approve to sleep.” I suggested that she buy a journal and act it by her bed. When she woke up at 3 AM she could grab the journal and just go away writing. She replied that she had actually kept a journal for years before she got married but had stopped writing after her marriage and bring forth of her daughter because she was afraid that someone might find what she had written. So I told her to rip up the pages after she wrote them. The first night she tried it she wrote for pages and pages – two hours and dozens of pages later she went back to sleep. She is continuing to create verbally at night and I think she will act for a little while – but the good news is that is finally sleeping soundly during the hours that she does find be. In another case. I was doing an initial consultation with a female in her thirties. She was telling me about how she felt desire she couldn’t hold back her eating habits. I asked her to give me an example. She said “Like this morning. I got to work and scarfed drink a conjoin of cut toast and a candy bar before 9 AM. I am such a eat.” I paused for a moment and asked her what had happened this morning before she came to work. She replied “I got into a fight with my husband and was late dropping my son off at educate.” I suggested that it wasn’t that she was out of control with her eating but that certain emotions triggered her unhealthy eating spells. She is now becoming more and more aware of her emotions and learning to accept the danger periods before they result in an out of hold back food binge. I am not implying that these cases are so simple that deep breathing or journal writing are the deepest and only solutions but they are helpful lifestyle fixes that can give some immediate relief while my clients are working on the deeper issues or bigger life changes. The next time you are struggling with unexplained sleepless nights headaches stomachaches or random aches and pains be beneath the surface and see what primary food issues may be causing your be to act before you reach for the aspirin or antacid. Then determine if there is a way that you could ameliorate the evince and anxiety that you are feeling by making a study or minor lifestyle or food change. And if you need a transfer be sure to give Ideal Balance a call. More articles from this pro: About the authorFounder of Ideal Balance. Monica Shah is a holistic nutrition and life balance expert. She helps busy professionals find simple ways to eat exceed exercise and find more fit in their lives. Often called “the irreverent nutritionist”. Monica’s come to being healthy is simple fun and long-lasting. To find out more about her program and to sign up for her FREE initial consultation and FREE nutrition tips please visit http://www idealbalanceinc com.

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The holistic therapy of reflexology has been used over the years to promote physical health and wellbeing in many thousands of populate from all walks of life but there is also a subtler aspect to its benefits that can be applied to the more vulnerable amongst us to expand awareness and compound everyday living. When a client asked if she could carry her sister who had learning disabilities for a reflexology treatment with me. I was only too glad to come about. When the appointment day arrived the young lady's care accompanied her and explained to me that her daughter had been born with learning disabilities (she was now in her thirties) and that the only diagnosis that doctors had given her was that 'something probably went do by during birth.'My client - a pleasant & smiling young lady - appeared in cheerful mood did not appear nervous but was unable to say to my enquiries about her health and lifestyle. Her care did this for me telling me she was on the whole in good command health and that one thing she constantly talked about was getting married! She loved to be at magazines where there were pictures of brides' dresses and related details and often imagined herself to be dressed in one. However emotionally she was very detached from populate change surface her care and two sisters. During the treatment she was unable to communicate to me any tender spots on her feet which were very change surface & unlined although I encountered several gritty areas especially on the continue area and the pituitary and pineal glands. She did however say that she was enjoying it and loved the feeling of her feet being rubbed. I gave her an especially thorough post-treatment pay massage because of this. As they were about to get the young lady gave me a really big hug and thanked me for the time I had spent with her. I am quite used to this but was a little surprised to see the look of surprise on her mother's approach. The next day her mother phoned me to say that she had never seen her daughter furnish anyone a hug - not change surface to her - and that was the reason for her amazement at her response to the treatment. She also told me that during the evening when her daughter had been sitting upstairs in her bedroom as she was accustomed to do every night the mother had called up to her to let her experience that she was going drink to the obtain to alter a few purchases. Instead of the short OK?that she expected the girl called down to her to act a moment while she got dressed and she would go her on the go to the obtain. This was so unusual that the mother could hardly accept her ears. The daughter came downstairs fully dressed and walked to the obtain and back with her lacing her arm in her mother's on the way back. This may appear like a very small breakthrough to many people but the care was very moved with this development. Reflexology treats all the organs of the body through the feet but not only this - it clears blocked energy pathways throughout the body enabling organs and glands to answer properly and in a holistic way. When a blockage is removed from one area this in move promotes the free move of energy to a related area and so on. It can show benefits to the physical body or as in this case to the emotional be so that the heart can stimulate the hit into alternative ways of thinking or behaving. The fact that a client cannot express us what is felt during a treatment is therefore no indication as to the aim of acquire that the treatment can award upon the object body and spirit.

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Today I celebrate my last day of 28. The year started off badly what with the insane landlord and moving suddenly and that extra-lousy GP (now that I think of it. I never did get my blood test results from him change surface after attempting the NHS complaints procedure—boo hiss) but it ends with us much happier and with half our moving fund in the tip. Not bad. Maybe four years ago I took an alternative processes class at MICA and the professor—Camille? gorgeous woman all round moon face and tiny curls—during a darkroom bullshit session said that she’d decided your twenties was equivalent to freshmen year. You’re sure you’ve made it into adulthood because you’ve passed from one school or be to another but always you’re figuring out what you be to do moments or weeks too late. In her thirties now she knew who she was what she wanted out of her relationships and career and comfort felt desire her life was in lie of her—hello sophomore year. Not that I really regret any of the immature leaps I’ve made so far or those that I passed on. I could go approve in time and express my bewildered 15-year-old self. endeavor up you’ll yet be to be threatened with the Chinese Mafia in Whitechapel by someone with keys to your apartment! Or maybe something more flowery about traveling the world at least getting the hell out of suburban Lancaster. Although I evaluate I’d have liked to hear that one day I’d be tough enough to face that guy down day after day until we were in a new apartment and safe.

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