Then there was a click at the door. I had thought it’d be Emmy or Hal, our two best friends who both had keys and practically claimed the guest bedr...om when they were here. Except, it was weird for either or them to come so late at night. I got up and grabbed my pajama’s, slipping the gown over my head. Usually I just sleep in underwear, which I guess I don’t so much mind, I love my upper body. I’ve got fairly large breasts, and though I have some extra weight, I’m curvy. Besides, I’ve lost a. "She fished a box of teabags out of the cupboard and stepped over to the stove. Will shoveled the dropped containers of salad dressing and gourmet croutons back into the cupboard and closed the door before another avalanche could come raining down."You want your eggs scrambled or over easy?"Will rolled his eyes, but leaned in to kiss his mother on the cheek, surrendering to the inevitable."If I can't talk you out of it, make 'em scrambled. With cheddar, if there's any in the fridge that hasn't. You are going to bring her to orgasm with your tongue." Carla raised an eybrow and said, "Nuh-uh! I don't think so Miss," refusing flatly. I folded my arms and deliberated on whether I should explain the score in private or in front of the other two. I opted for in private. "Come with me, Carla. Step outside the door now." We walked out of the room and I closed the door behind me and spoke in a low but forceful tone. "Listen carefully, you pathetic little slut," I started. Carla's mouth dropped. Now he wants you to write one – his book. The authorized biography.” The obvious question was why, with all his travelling, all his ego, he’d never put anything on paper. “He’s too arrogant, if you know what I mean. I think he’s terrified of failure,” was the way her agent put it. That was either pretty shrewd or something out of New York magazine. Lisa couldn’t decide which. Her research before agreeing to meet the guy had led to some other conclusions. Cherchez la femme – what women think of.