I spent a fortune in phone calls trying to let everyone know I had been delayed en route, and getting them to push back all those things I had been sc...eduled to get done. It was in a motel room in Sacramento, late on our second night there, when Diane somehow got me to propose to her. I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep up with the torrid pace she had been setting for me. Something had to give, and I knew it was probably going to be me."Jimmy, do you really love me? Tell me the truth.". . and my sisters did, afraid to be themselves, living in constant terror of a mythical celestial sadist and his narcissism and preference for violence over sensuality (if he existed, which was highly unlikely). That exposing youth to violence was condoned and celebrated, while society felt the need to shelter them from nudity and sex was symptomatic of how sick our civilization really was. My friends, my family, and I were steadily moving in the direction of a new sexual revolution, one far. .." Renee' caught herself beginning to say, "Come back when you're done?"Danielle smiled, leaning over giving Renee' a soft lingering kiss. "If you'd like, yes!" She whispered quietly into Renee's ear. At that same moment, she felt the teasing press of Danielle's hand just graze the side of her breast. Once again, a tease... nothing so bold or so obvious as to be called a grope, or even "copping a feel" as some might say. Danielle had, but she hadn't, her hand once again dancing away just as. "So, that whole Katie thing was weird, huh?"I grinded my teeth together. Why, Jax? I made a fist and laid my cheek on it. "Jax, I'd rather not talk about it." She scoffed. "You really think that's going to stop me? I don't care. And I know you want to talk about it."I shifted in my seat. She was right, I did want to talk about it. But I simultaneously didn't want to talk about it, if that makes any sense. "Jax, I really don't."She shook her head. "Matt, stop being a little bitch. It was just.