Lodge said."Yes I am," she answered back. "Thanks for asking. I came to a major decision last night. I think that as a Lodge, I should find a more sui...able boyfriend. What do you think daddy?"Mr. Lodge could only smile in satisfaction."Whatever makes you happy dear," Mrs. Lodge injected."Anybody special that you have in mind dear?" Her father asked."No, not just yet," she answered. "This time I'm going to choose my man carefully. Set a goal and work from there." Sounds like you have things well. Notice the eyes and the angle of the eyebrows, plus how the nose is slightly crinkled.”“Where did the photos of me come from?”“Ah ha!” Paul declared with delight. “The crucial question has been asked.”Paul flipped around and opened my Facebook page. We’d been friends almost since we started dating. He went into my photos, and instantly scrolled down to a photo of me standing with a group of my co-workers at the 9-1-1 center. He blew up that photo, and it had the same face.Mike whistled,. “Nothing too inappropriate, I hope.” Her tone suggested she was not entirely averse to something mildly inappropriate. That was good.“I thought you might choose the story category,” I said.“That could be dangerously revealing,” Meghan replied. “But since you offer, hardcore.”This came as no surprise to me. A lot of Meghan’s favourite stories were hardcore. “And what should I call you?”“Meghan. It’s my name, after all.”“I thought I might protect the innocent.”“Is that how you see me?”“Is there. Ne moi.... Je croyais que, que tu faisais tout ?a, pourme faire souffrir, pour...pour me la rappeler...pour me faire du mal?Pardonne-moi....Ses larmes ne semblaient jamais s'arr?ter. Hugo ne l'avait jamais vuecomme ?a. Elle continua.- Elle...elles..elles me manquent tellement tu sais. Tu lui ressemblestant, tu as les m?mes petits gestes, la fa?on de marcher, tu es...elle?tait...si gracieuse...quand...quand tu es l?, je suis si heureuse, etpuis, apr?s, tu...je pensais...que tu voulais...me faire.