"Phil wasn't all ... that and I didn't go back for a repeat performance."I didn't tell the truth because it was so damn complicated. I'd gotten so tir...d of being looked at as a good girl and the stories that Phil told starting with his teammates had just made me look less ... goody goody. I'd gotten more popular and over the summer, invited to more parties. As long as Phil kept building it up as some big conquest on his part, no one would discover the truth."So how was he?"God ... I didn't know. He pulled up by T-Shirt without removing it and tied it behind my back in a way it completely exposed my midriff. He was a navel fetish man and he did a one hour job on my stomach. I really got turned on by that foreplay itself. He was not stopping and going on. Finally I lowered the opening of my T-Shirt and had him a peek at my Cleavage, which I think turned him on. He stopped and I was excited. Took off my T-Shirt fully and untied by bra. He was fully clothed so I tried to take off his Shirt. ”“You don’t have to phrase it like that, but you have to be honest. It’ll hurt, but she deserves to know the truth.”“That’s what you think. I won’t make her live like that, knowing that she was tossed aside, that her mother didn’t want her.”“Eddie-”“I’m not making her live with that knowledge, dealing with the stomach aches, the pain and the insomnia, as she wonders if her mother is ever coming back.”The whole room fell eerily silent, as I realized what I had just said.“Are you still waiting. What did she look like? They had not met or seen each other in seven years. Would she recognize him? He heard she had gained some weight since they were last together in New York in the summer of 2001. She had married some wall street executive stayed home and kept a house and had a couple of kids. It had been a week since he had received an e-mail that she would be arriving in Paris for a photo shoot, and could they spend some time together? Of course, Al would not be coming due to some.