The one half of my jacket flapped open revealing my naked breast, I tried to pull it closed again but Simon snapped ‘Leave it, and get in’ shoving...me towards the front of the taxi. I got in the front seat quickly shoving the empty food wrappers that were in the front foot well out of the way. The car smelt stale, even with the two tree shaped air fresheners that were hanging from the rear-view mirror. Simon got into the back seat and leaned forward just as the taxi driver was getting in. ‘Now. I started at the front and tried pretty much every recipe. My cooking was improving steadily. I’d never been a very good cook in my first life. For most of the first two years, I ate with my parents while Jesse was off in the oil fields. My mother wasn’t a particularly good cook. She had a standard meal format. Some kind of meat cooked to leather, some kind of potato mashed, some kind of vegetable limp and tasteless. And ice cream. Breakfast was cold cereal and milk four days a week and bacon. Her hairdid look really nice. He imagined his own hair in the same style."You would like your hair like this, wouldn't you?" asked Emma, seeming toread his mind."Yes, I would," he said in a low voice."Michelle, we understand how you feel," said Liz. "It seems like nothingis happening, but it is. We want to see you happy, and we will help you inwhatever way we can."Upon arriving home, John decided to be a bit of a tease."Hi love. What do you think of the new hair?" asked Liz."Who are you? You. . just It doesn't last.The THRILL of dangerous and forbiden email lust quickly evaporates within a few weeks and your BOTH find yourself bored with each other, until you eventually just stop writing all together. It's kinda like that feeling you get in real life, when you realize you've rushed into sex before you've built up a regular relationship, and are left with the Casual Sex Blues! (don't worry, I wont burst into song)Well, that all changed one day when SHE wrote me.Yeah Her.There are few.