Marcy realized that burying her spritely 21-year old friend today had been a poignant reminder that life’s short. XXX the crap they’d say about me behind my back. She rolled on to her side and looked Paul straight in the eye as she continued, “Sometimes I can’t even look at myself in the mirror, and then when I do, I just look so miserable or pissed off and it really hurts. But this is great,” he elaborated. I don’t think it’s something we… So if we know it was a mistake, how come we’re here right now, in bed together, naked?” Marcy glanced at him with unreadable eyes. It can’t be undone. While Paul basked blissfully in the warmth of Marcy’s voluptuous rack, Marcy’s mind raced as the complexity of her situation seemed to grow exponentially.
