When I was jealous of you and Heather, I… well, I wanted to be you. Not Heather.”My mind tried to sort out the analogy, even though it seemed to b... instantly understandable. She wanted to be me. Me, not Heather… Do I want to be her? With Pete?“Oh…” I murmured. “That much makes sense. But I don’t get me, now.”“Yeah. Unless you’re like, into Pete? It’s cool if you are, but…”“No, no, it’s not that… It’s not about Pete at all, actually. But it is about Heather? Oh, I don’t know!”Lara laughed. "So the next text she sent was a close-up of her boobs. Just her boobs. Not her naked boobs, but her boobs spilling outta the top of her corset. Boobs filling the screen of my phone. Motorboat kinda image. MILF boobs.My wife was laughing. I was too, because it was fun & funny & our friend was happy having a good time & I kept going with the "serving wench" jokes & "forsooth" type "ye & thee, hither & yon" type language. "Thoust art but a knave," etc. And the pictures kept coming & all the boobs. Her face was one of confused frustration. Anita started towards the elevators, but ... she looked at the stranger again. There was something about her. Her feet took her towards the blond.This couldn't be happening.Rachel looked down at the printout for the hundredth time. Tuesday, August 16th. It said so right there, like it had on her computer screen at home and like it did on her iPhone. So why the hell did the hotel say her reservations weren't till next week?!? What the hell was she. Rather than approach him myself, I’ll send my dragon to intervene, since he’s impervious to bullets.”“I think you need to reconsider!” Abe yelled, as he and Meg ran after Phil on the stairs. Seeing his niece struggling to keep up, he stopped to lift her, holding her tight as he leapt down two or three stairs at a time. Meg clutched his side, holding her breath each time he jumped, gasping when he landed, jostling her.Phil continued after getting the address from Jenkins. “I’m sure he’ll bide.