Mom and I were holding hands as we took the elevator again, although the tension wasn't the same.I called the girls to tell them to be up eight, so we...can be on the road by eight-thirty. Mom came out of the bathroom dressed in flannel pajamas.I couldn't keep from laughing a little."What's wrong with how I'm dressed?" she said ready to hit me, I think."Nothing at all, I find it amazing that even with pajamas from the 40s, you still look so beautiful to me," I said smiling at her.She went into. A week passed before I got my first replies to the resumes I had mailedout. Each letter was different, but the messages were the same. "Thankyou for your resume. Your qualifications do not fit our currentrequirements. We will keep your resume on file ...."By the end of the second week I had gotten replies from most of theresumes sent out. I continued to look for new ads and sent a dozen moreresumes, but nothing seemed to come of it. I was spending nearly all ofmy time at home now. My. "Same thing he wanted." I wasn't expecting it straight out like that, my breath caught and I coughed out "huuhh.." as i turned to him."Turn around, pants off. Or you know the deal, I'll share this video and game over. I have it on my laptop and iPad too so don't smash my phone trying to get out of it." His eyes darkened as he spoke, his hands already unfastening his belt buckle his large knuckles matched the hunk of metal that would look ridiculous on someone my size. He really thought I would. ” She shrugs. “I just…I thought little Miss Perfect would amount to something more than a Yoga instructor.”“Riiiight.”“I guess with a man like Dylan supporting you…”“Supporting me?” I bristle.“I’m assuming rich Daddy didn’t leave Dylan wanting. You surely can’t afford that house and this studio on what you make…”“Okay, I think that’s enough.” I interrupt her there. Did she actually know what my house looked like or was she bluffing? Either way I was done with her. I turn toward the studio.