The next was closer and focused on only the house. There was someone standing at the wall of glass in the living room. As the picture was passed aroun... the table, they all looked at it and then at me with a smile. It was close enough that it was clear that I was in the grasp of a man who was leaning on the glass, my legs wrapped around his waist, my face over his right shoulder and my mouth opened in a gasp. My mouth dropped open as I looked at. It wasn’t clear who the man was, but I suspected. All those fantasies, she never realized that Victor Hardway was each and every one of those characters. Those few days within the author’s world told her the truth that each male character was him, he placed himself in all truth in his novels. Yet, she knew that each of those female characters, those the books were named for, they were created with the interior he chose. She laid back against the bed and blankly looked up at the ceiling of her bedroom. Questions developed, more questions. Who. " At this point, Meredith was on top of me with her face inches from mine. "Say something" she said "we never get to talk alone anymore." Her face keeps getting closer to mine. Because of the tequila in my body, I said "you're pretty" with a very drunk tone. She smiled this angelic smile and whispered "youre pretty too" and she kept persisting that I say something I've never told her before. I gave up and finally said the first thing that came in to my mind "well, I kinda wish we didn't get so. And that’s hard to do in wood pattens. They took up where they had left off ... they chatted ... she removed a tatami ... how about that ... there was a sunken hole in the floor with a charcoal brazier in it. Hibachi cooking does exist.Mahiro was in full spate ... he cooked. Looking up at the ceiling, he apologized. “Sorry, Ceiling-sama. There’s a little something missing in your preparation. Home cooking isn’t necessarily better than restaurant food ... but it’s made with love. A husband.