" You just don't care about me. You have Mom to make love to and you don't need anyone else. I loved you so much and, then, you married Mom. I wanted ...ou to make love to me but you never have. All I hear every night is you and Mom in your bedroom, making love. Fucking each other. And nobody wants to make love to me. Nobody wants to fuck me."I just stood there over her as tears ran down her cheeks, her breaths coming in chokes."This is it, you want me to make love to you instead of your. His spirits rose as his hand grasped at the round knob of a door and turned it. The door opened ad with renewed hope, Dustin quickly pulled the door open and stepped out of the room. His legs had regained some feeling as he peered around the long hallway he now stood in.His eyes scanned the hall discovering many doors identical to the one he'd walked through along both sides of the hall. Though not as dark as the room he had been in, the hall was still dim. There were no lights lit anywhere. " Well, I do like to go fast, but I think you're talking about drugs. I don't even use caffeine." Well, I have to admit, you don't look like you're on steroids. Want to race back? Double or nothing?"Kennedy laughed. "Sure, why not? Can I call the start this time?"Their sculls were facing each other, Kennedy headed the right way. The coach shook her head. "You have to wait until I'm ready." Like you did for me?" We were both lined up. I'm not lined up." Well, whatever you're comfortable with,". That reminded me I needed to do that, so I found Paul, who was on weekend duty, and he took me to Two Rodeo Drive. It was an outdoor mall complete with cobblestone walkways. I think Paul thought I wanted to spend a fortune, because there was Prada, Gucci, Valentino, Armani, Dior and Cartier. I did buy some Prada purses for my mom and grandma, and a backpack that looked like a robot for Angie. I felt a little guilty when I went into Jimmy Choo and found a pair of alligator embossed leather.