The revenge of the woman

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ys of youth I did not really know. But Malcom, my husband taught me to love, to smile, to redo but trustworthy, but that's what makes him the most valuable to my eyes. I still remember how I made her drink when he was doing the court. I treated it all the bird names, ridiculized him to publish. I treated it like shit so far to pour it on the food on a restaurant. But despite all that he continued to insist. I remember the day I gave up the idea of pushing him because he was too stubborn. That day I had been doing in my usual restored after my self defense class in a military camp and barely I had I installed he took place in front of me without I had allowed him. - Good blood What do you still want? He had asked him with anger. - Do more knowledge with you and I will not give up as long as you will not have given me this chance. - No, but that's what this way of harassing people! I do not want your friendship. Good blood What is difficult to understand in that? There is plenty of young girl out that dies to have you ... - And I'm that I want. Listen I do not even know myself why I'm so much attracted by you but ... I had not left him that I had come from the restaurant but he followed me and catch the arm. Automatically by reflexe I turned around and afflicted him a slap that has flourished the passers. - I'm sorry if I hit you. He had apologized. But I want to help you. I have several truth to stay away from you but whenever I see you I lose the control of myself. I do not know what you have gone, I do not know what you lived but your eyes clears so much sadness and your gestures as well as your aggressive remarks hides something really dark in your life. I have me again seen from far and every time you had the attached mine. I can not explain why you get me as much, maybe be love or just sympathy but let me learn how to smile again, let me help you disappear this deep sadness that lives in your soul. Let me learn you to relive even if it's just as friend. Accept my friendship. I do not know what had pushed him to tell me all that day, but it created something inexplicable in me. I had only 25 years old and 26. Two years after we married and he was my first man ... Finally my first true man. I wake up and notes that Malcom is no longer in the bed. He must surely be at the kitchen preparing breakfast. He likes to cook the whole time. He makes me even more than I do not. I will brush my teeth and come down the joint by putting my bathrobe over my nuisette. I find it in the kitchen making pancakes. It makes me back but I can not help but find her sexy from the top of his 38 years. I'm going on and flood it behind. - Hello my love. I tell him by asking him a kiss in the back. - Sleep well? - Yes. I leave it and go before him to kiss her before sitting on the pawilans. I tender my hand to the pancakes and take one. - What you are planning for the day? - Nothing special. I will go shopping and I will come and take care of yourself as it should. -Tu want me to come with you? - Are not you tired? - No it goes. I want to spend all day with you no matter what place. - Ok that's it. He said he washing his hands. Go to table. We go to the dining room and rather than sitting on one of the seats I take place on the legs of my man and I poke in his plate. I like these moments with my man. - Punnelle I thought about a thing? - What? I ask him by blowing on my coffee. - I would like for the holidays to us in Côte d'Ivoire. I stop drinking my coffee and tries to see the most natural possible. - Ah good? Why? - It's more than 10 years that I put a distance between my family and me and I think it's the time to get closer to new ones. In spite of everything happened that they remain my parents. Also my sister is missing. I do not want to stay here and learn one day that one is d