To me, in my fantasy, I had been in a salon with a girl making my hair in a special style, like for a prom, and the even greater ecstasy of having som...one do my makeup. Curled hair, a pretty up do and a frilly pink prom formal. The only time I had even been in a salon was with my mother or sister because I was scared to have them touch my hair. I had been shopping exactly once as a girl, and even then I had let my sister lead the way and do all of the talking. Now, my Grandmother had made it. ‘And definitely not accountant-like.’ Tom smiled. ‘Could we try a few shots out on the spit?’ ‘You’re in charge,’ Tom said. They walked out maybe 25 or 30 metres onto the shingle spit. ‘What do you want me to do?’ Tom asked. ‘Can you sing?’ ‘No.’ ‘Oh well, don’t worry,’ Bella said. ‘Neither can I.’ Tom laughed. It wasn’t that anything was particularly funny. He just felt unexpectedly happy and relaxed. ‘I think that’ll do,’ Bella said. And she took the lens cap out of her jacket pocket and. . time to have some fun."I have to talk to you Tristan." Damon said in that sexy baritone of his, making Tristan even more angry. Does the guy have any flaws? And why the fuck does he always call him Tristan instead of TT like everyone does?"So talk." He all but growled.Damon turned to look pointedly at the lady standing beside Tristan, staring at him like she was going to eat him up any second."Amber go wait in the car will you?" Tristan told the flustered looking girl. He knew she was all. I noticed that Vanesssa was frowning a bit, and perhaps hesitating before talking. "Got something more than a shoe to share, love?"Polyamory?"I'm going to mention something that might need to stay a fantasy. It also might be something great." Obviously, you have my complete attention." We've established that neither of us has problems with sex with others beside us. There's also, I think, a shared assumption that we do have an obligation to keep each other as the primary emotional relationship..