" I've tried those already," Bernard snarled."Try them again," I said. "Or different ones. Whatever you do, you have to stop acting so hostile to peop...e, because it makes them avoid you. That's just the simple facts."Bernard gave me a strange glare, and sudden fear bloomed through my mind: Oh God. What if he's like Brandon's parents? What if he's one of those people who doesn't respect facts? But then he nodded, once, short, and said, "Fine."Lord in Heaven. Progress!"I've... Thought a little. “I love you too. Always.”The two of us just laid there together, cuddling and kissing, until my bladder became a pressing issue I couldn’t ignore any longer. As I sat up, feeling stiff and a little sore, it became obvious that my discomfort was going to be the least of our worries. Alistair rolled onto his back and attempted to sit up – before flopping back down with a stifled cry and an oath.“Alistair?” I leaned over him anxiously.“Ow,” was all he seemed able to say, both arms crossed over his. I tried to keep things on a professional level between us, Careful with any comments or remarks. Our company had a very strict harassment policy, so I always played it cool as possible around her, trying to maintain a professional chill factor. If only I could have known sooner how much she liked me.Things continued normally for months, But I would find myself thinking about her constantly, dreaming sensual thoughts about her lips. I wanted to take her into my arms and feel her breasts crush. Nevertheless, in terms of their relationship, it had become as normal as can be. She appreciated the way he stood behind her throughout the divorce and he was very strong support for her. Even though she was unable to physically cry on his shoulder many times, the tears came through the phone as he willingly listened. Ironically, for a long time over the last few years it seemed like she was in more need of support from her life given the divorce then he needed from his disability. He took his.