Days has gone by now it is time for the funeral. I hate funerals. The limousine finally arrived. When I got in I saw my parents crying their eyes out. Then I started to cry. By this I just knew this would be hell. I've never had to bury a sibling. This was really hard on me. Especially my parents. We arrived at the church. The service was a disaster. When I had to give a tribute I cried and fell to my knees, crawling to the casket screaming. "Why? Why Liz? Come back please! Please!" I know there was nothing I can do but I'll miss her.
We got to the graveyard now. I just couldn't believe who I saw at the site. Yes Mr. Khalid Abdul. I was sad yet happy. He made me so happy the last few days. He walks towards me smiling. I swear he looks like an angel. As he made his way to me I began to fluff my hair and fix my dress. He came to me and gave me a hug and kiss me on the cheek. I began to melt. He made my body shake. Believe it or not he made me wet, but I know it was wrong. He just turns me on in many ways. The bad part is my husband saw him. He got so mad. He walked up to Mr. Khalid ready to fight. I stopped him and told him "This is my boss he has been very caring unlike you who has just been treating me like trash you bastard." He gave me crazy eyes. I just walked away telling Mr. Khalid give me a all soon .
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Vicky's: The Other Man
RomansaVicky Jones a 27 year old wife, married to Lenny Jones a man that loved and cared for his wife all through high school and college changed after their marriage, things fall apart for the married couple and things become distant between the two until...
