Roger listened to the elevator coming up the shaft. When the door opened an overweight man dressed in a suit that looked like it came from a low-end t...rift shop walked into the room. His eyes kept looking at every door of the apartment as if he expected someone to burst through the door and open up with a machine gun."Mr. Boring?" the lawyer said in a quaking voice."I'm Roger Boring." Can we sit at the dining room table? It would make it easier to go over the papers." What papers? What was this. Yousaid things were working out well for you, but then you changed your mindand said they weren't so much."'Don't girls get to change their minds?' I thought with a smile. "Yeah ... I'mkind of confused about that, I guess." So you don't think Dr. Cooper's strategy is working all that well?" You mean, like, telling everyone I have a hormone problem? It is, but itonly goes so far. Like, that's not even close to being good enough for myboyfriend's parents. They want a real natural-born girl for. Both of us were moving violently almost immediately. I was humping up and down, writhing around, grinding against him as he plunged into me – of course, I really wasn’t thinking, but I actually remember surging up against him in orgasm as he shot into me. ‘We just stayed that way, him lying on me, as we recovered and got our breathing under control. Then, he rolled off of me – actually half-off of me for his one leg was across mine – and we lay there against each other. He put his arm around me. I know he doesn’t. I hear my dad talk to my mom about it.”“But do you think he knew before he decided to go to seminary?”“I guess.”“He did. I talked to him about it when I was applying to colleges for pre-med. But he said he felt called to be a priest and he couldn’t do anything else. That’s me, though for going to medical school to be a doctor, not seminary. And that’s what you would have to sign up for, Tasha. There wouldn’t be any negotiation or compromise because it wouldn’t be up to.