I can guess how she wants to be dealt with, and I am moving slowly to see what she likes and what she doesn't like. With you, on the other hand, I don...t think any of us know what you want, so I'm not sure what to give you."I sat back and asked her again, "Why do you want to watch me with your mother?" I want to see what its like," she told me. "I want to know what it's like for her. For you. I want to figure out if it is what I want, too." She was quiet for a moment, then looked up at me. "I. “I shall read this last” she decided, sipping her coffee while whinging at the bills and tearing up the spam. Before she could open the white envelope, the doorbell rang.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Lorraine had only two days notification of her trip to the UK. It was a trip she had tried to avoid, hoping that emails and phone calls would suffice. It was all to no avail. Signatures were required, officials needed to be motivated and contracts had. Walking over to his bed he laid Angie on the homemade quilt. The hand that had held her legs caressed one of them until it came to her boot. He gently pulled her boots off before removing his and lying down beside Angie on the bed. Their lips met and for the next hour they kissed and caressed.As the passion grew Angie fingered the buttons of Scott's chambray shirt. The buttons undone, Angie ran her fingers through the hair of Scott's chest, teasing his nipples with her fingernails. She kissed. In fact, I love you. I don’t ever want you to move. I know three months isn’t that long, but I know what I feel, and I’ve known it since I brought you home from Tim’s.” Kate paused and gazed into my eyes. “I knew I would never want you to leave. I suppose it sounds strange to you, but it’s a fact: I love you. If you want your own place, I understand. But don’t leave because you think I want you to go.” “Oh, Kate, I love being with you also,” I gasped. “And I think I love you too —”Kate pulled.