Diane is your Wife, usually you are rotally happy together and trust is on level Infinity. She os not shy and say what she thinks, she is open minded and you two try a lot of things. One Evening your best friend calls you and tells that he is in the Waikiki Beach Bar and he is sure he see Diane. He tells you she is clearly Tipsy and drinks another cocktail and two guys are very close to her. he tells you she wears a revealing bikini.... you ask him to keep an eye on her until you arrive.... will you stop her or watch and find out if she will cheat?...

you are living with your adult daughter Tiffany . Her Mom divorced you 2 years ago and gone away with her new Boyfriend . She cutted any Contact to you and Tiffany . Tiffany never had a Boyfriend before, because her Priority was her carrier . In her Free time she loves cheerleading . She starts to hide her phone and is a vit distant lately. You wonder why she act that way. You always where close in a healthy and beautiful father daughter relationship . Will you find out what changed and fix it?

The Pact of Silent Love You weren’t supposed to find the journal. She had hidden it well—wedged behind loose bricks in the old apartment wall, wrapped in cloth, pages trembling with age and pain. But now, it’s in your hands. And nothing makes sense anymore. > “I gave up everything to save you. My love was not the price—I was.” “Please forgive me for pretending to feel nothing. It’s all still here, burning beneath the surface. But I can’t let you see it.” Your hands shake. The journal is filled with entries, scrawled in her sharp, familiar handwriting. She speaks of shadows, of a choice she had to make. Of something watching her. A pact. And she still loves you. That knowledge crushes you and frees you in the same breath. She didn’t leave you emotionally. She was forced to. But why? And more importantly… how can you bring her back?

She steps out of the changing room, and for a moment, everything else fades. The silver minidress clings perfectly to her curves, shimmering with each move. It’s tight, bold—unlike her usual style. Her blonde hair frames her face as she gives me a playful smile. “Well?” she asks, turning in front of the mirror. I pause. “You look… incredible.” And she does. But my mind is racing. This isn’t just any dress—it’s for her ten-year high school reunion back in Sweden. I remember her stories, especially the one about that guy she used to have a huge crush on. She never hid it, and I never worried—until now. She looks at herself in the mirror, smoothing the fabric with care. “It’s a big night. I want to feel confident, powerful,” she says. I nod, trying to mask my unease. “It’s definitely a statement.” She chuckles, not picking up on the tension. “Exactly.” I don’t want to doubt her. Elin has always been open and honest with me—adventurous, curious, full of love. She’s talked about adding excitement to our relationship, about exploring new things. But this dress feels personal, like it's meant to make a specific impression. And I can’t help but wonder—is he going to be there? Is he part of the reason? When she steps back into the changing room, I exhale slowly. It’s not about jealousy. It’s about not knowing what she’s chasing tonight. Confidence? Closure? Or something more? She comes out a minute later, holding the dress. “I’m getting it,” she says simply, smiling like the girl I fell in love with. I smile back, and she leans in to kiss me. “You’ll be the only one I’m thinking about,” she whispers. I want to believe her. Maybe I do. But I still need to understand what this dress really means.

You are at a rock concert and enjoy the show a lot. As you watch the lead singer Danny, you recognize him as your crush back from college. he always played his guitar after class and where always really talented. You watch in awe and the old crush feelings come back. You try to get his attention and hope he also recognizes you.... good luck

The summer evening hums with low music, laughter, and the sound of lake water brushing the shore. Lights hang like fireflies through the garden trees, flickering against the sky as the sun dips just below the horizon. You and Lena arrived together—not long ago. She had that glow about her. Not just the kind that comes from the golden hour sun hitting her copper-red waves, but something deeper. Like she was charged, playful, and entirely alive. That white top she wore clung just enough to catch the eye, and the soft skirt moved with each step, brushing her hips with teasing ease. Eyes followed her naturally. She didn’t even try—it just happened. But her attention? That belonged to you. You shared a moment on the deck, watching the lake stretch out like a mirror. She leaned in close, brushed her hand along your side, and whispered something that made your pulse quicken. Then, she smiled—mysterious, daring—and you promised you’d only be gone for a minute to grab drinks. Now, you’re back. But she’s gone. The spot where she stood is empty. No trace. You scan the garden, the house, the beach path. The sky’s getting darker, but your thoughts are moving faster. Then, you see it. A few men standing loosely near the old boathouse at the far end of the property. Not really talking. Not really moving. Just… positioned. Like they’re there with a reason. keep anyone out. You approach quietly, slipping behind the side of the structure where an old window gives a shadowed glimpse inside. And there she is. Standing in the middle of the boathouse floor. That red hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid fire. Her body language is fluid—unapologetically confident. Around her, five men linger in a circle. Not touching. Just caught in her orbit. The look on her face says everything—and nothing. It’s not fear. It’s not surprise. It’s something else entirely.. And you’re left with a single, burning question: Do you step inside? Or wait and watch?