No one will tell me how. And why, more importantly why. Do you know why?”“Ah, Jake, you’re all the way to the hardest question when someone take... their own life. We may never know why. Only she knows why, and she can’t tell us, can she?”‘But that’s the biggest thing. If I don’t know why, I assume it’s my fault,” I admitted with a touch of sadness and frustration.“It’s not your fault, Jake. There is only one person at fault in a suicide. That is the person who chooses to take their own life.. How much willit cost us?" Simply tell me why you want to ride Transbike." Very well. I was born the youngest of my siblings of three girls andmyself. In order to save money, my parents dressed me in my sisters olddresses and skirts." I grew quite attached to being dressed like my sisters and when Istarted school, I wore shorts mostly so I could pretend to be a girl." When puberty hit, I shot up and could no longer pretend because my voicegrew too deep. But about that time, I met my wife Ruth. While my wife's hair was longer, this girl had a Pixie type, and damn cute. I took the bold move of touching her tit in front of my wife. The dim nightstand lamp was now on, and I could see and feel the girl shiver as I touched her.My wife just sat there on the bed cross legged. The girl ( Wendy) was still sitting up half under the blanket. I looked seriously at my wife, as I caressed Wendy's tits. She didn't give any sign of disapproving, so I got bolder and pulled her close and kissed. ” he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, letting his eyes enjoy the view of her body. The clash of her regular street clothes against the black leather heels had an arousing effect in its own unique way. “As we discussed, I want you to stay here working until Sunday night. That means it’s going to be an enormous paycheck, but it also means you’re on the clock for the whole time.” He paused for a moment, preparing his next words in his mind one last time. “I think we can agree,” he.