Surprisingly, none had managed to enter her holy of holies. Fast forwarding ten years, our first daughter had been born and we had settled into a ple...sant life of quiet domesticity. One day I asked her if it bothered her that I was the only guy she had ever been totally intimate with. She assured me, rather unconvincingly, that it did not. However, a month later, I was surprised when she raised the subject again and she confessed that it did rather bother her. I told her we could change that,. "Thanks, sis!"Denise smiled and waved until they were back on the road again headed toward their small apartment in Schenectady.Finally when she felt Lola's presence had worn off sufficiently, Denise spoke. "Say, Rudy, how come Andy's the only one who can talk to this guy, Foster?" I can't figure it. For all I know Andy's been bad mouthing me. I can't say he acts like I'm his candidate for man of the year whenever he sees me!" Well, listen Rudy, why don't you let me go over and talk to Andy.. Just as she returned her phone vibrated and it was a text message from Jake…”Hey I’m so glad you texted me I wasn’t sure you would” after a few back and forths Jake asked her where in London she was she replied with Tower Hamlets/Hackney area and then a few minutes later he said that he lived in Hackney close to Tower Hamlets. Taking a deep breath she said if he was free and wanted to he was welcome to come round and gave him her address. Within seconds she got the reply she wanted and when to. " Is that a threat?" She asked."No," I said, changing one of the straight-backed chairs in front of her desk to a large beanbag and flopping in it. "I try not to make threats; they attract attention, even in dreams. Your subconscious wants to pick at it and see if it's real; it causes problems."Now her desk was too high, so I changed the beanbag into Jimmy's mom's old rocker-recliner – with a different cover on it, of course, no point in taking chances."You're going to try and catch me, aren't.