Guy after guy would hit on her, and the rest would stare at her tits, looking for a glimpse of a nipple that wasn't very far away. She also was always...flattered by the attention, and although would never do anything about it, she certainly enjoyed people looking at her hot body.For many reasons, our relationship came to an end not much more than a year after it began. And I didnt see a thing of her until one night nearly two years later.I was out in town on a regular night with two mates, a bit. He doodled on a notepad, drawing idle circles and arrows... "I'm a little embarrassed, but I guess I can't. The idea hit me all at once. I can't see how to make logical steps from the current models to chatterbox." Oh, don't apologize! It was like this for me too. Over the last year, I had become somewhat pessimistic in my thoughts, of how progress could be made from the current standards. They appear to offer only two possibilities for consciousness, and both seemed to have major problems. I. The people who love you, love who you are,and who you were... Not what you were, okay? Now that you've overcome somuch... so much bullshit... They have told me that the person they'vealways cared about is still right here, but you are so much more of thatperson... You're friends are here, because they love and respect you, morethan they are afraid of what might happen... I'm telling you this, so letthem love you... Let me love you..." His voice dropped off with that laststatement, as he. .. not that I’m not curious but I feel like I’m buzzing and I need to settle down before I try to sleep.”“These clients of yours, is it okay to ask?”“You’re curious too?”“A little. Do you have sex with them? I wondered if the idea would freak them out? I mean, it’s sort of like incest, isn’t it, if you’re playing at being their mum. Taboo.”Rhona laughed. “That’s what excites them, some of them anyway. I sometimes wish I could talk to their mothers. One reason I like guys to come from a distance.