I could tell that she was crying. Being the nice guy that I am, I walked over to her. Is everything okay? I asked her Why does it matter? She replied... in between gentle sobs. Because, no one deserves to be in a motel parking lot crying. I told her. She lifted her head and looked at me. Apparently I do And why do you say that? I asked Because, I am fat. That asshole was my fiance, well, ex fiance, He had some whore in the car who was much skinnier than I am. Well now, there is no reason to be. We have to get out of here before winter. We don’t have any warm clothing, and we’ll die here if we can’t get out before then.She even thought about building a shelter for them, but she knew she had little chance of building a decent one with the tools she had. My little saw is fine for cutting firewood into manageable lengths, but I could never cut a real tree down with it, and even if I could, I’m not strong enough to move it. Maybe I could make some kind of lean-to out of smaller wood that I. Am I wrong in characterizing you in that way?" Well...I guess I am a 'slut mother' if that's how you want to phrase it. I mean I'm not yet, but obviously the way that we're headed, it's bound to happen. I guess you can call me a slut mother in-training."Meredith raised an eyebrow, "Hmmm...'in-training' would be the right way to put it. But of course you wouldn't fully be his slut until you cross the final boundary- a boundary which goes beyond simply have sexual intercourse." Which is?" she. Summer's coming soon, and I want to take some of my favorite girls swimming. I'm expecting to have quite a few girls interested in me by then, and I'm enjoyably anticipating their competing to get my attention. The smaller the bikini, the greater my attention. I'm VERY immature that way." I figured multimillionaires can get away with being immature, especially when they're male and only fifteen."Oh."They said they'd think about it, and walked away looking worried.When I next saw Alexis I asked.