Lance looked a little surprised but happy at this news and leaned in to kiss me. His beard and mustache tickled. I normally am not attracted to me... with beards just clean shaven or at the most a moustache. But Lance was such a nice guy and he was cute. “We better be careful and not get caught fooling around.” I pointed out. Lance smiled slyly, “There are a few places we could disappear for a quickie once in awhile, and if you have a few minutes I can give you a little morning pick me. If you want to call it jealousy, then so be it. At this point in my life I need loyalty. I am fine with you working with her. I am fine with you being friends, but don’t climb into bed with me smelling like her and then expect me to sit across from her at a formal function and keep my food down. I don’t want to see photos of you holding her whether it’s innocent or not. I don’t want to feel like second best when she calls our house knowing it feels like a dagger in my heart…’ Tears rolled down. That’s our ... only offer?”Sarah put her arm around my waist and said to Michael, “My agent and I are waiting, tick ... tick ... tick.”Michael could easily just say no, but he was thinking about it, I could tell. I moved my hand to Sarah’s hip; hoping Mom wouldn’t go too ballistic. I looked over at her, Claire and Kalista who all had their mouths open in astonishment as Michael was still chewing this over.He suddenly slapped his hand down on the piano, startling everyone, even Alan, and said,. Seriously, the place is so packed, we're scrunched in like a Picasso painting. Of course, I'm used to more open surroundings, so it's probably the claustrophobia talking. But, getting back to me. My fur's still as brown and thick as ever. I'm still horned and horny, with a cute little tail and those nibble-able furry ears oh-so-pointy. Oh, yeah, and I play a mean set of Me Pipes.The atmosphere's finally lightened up enough to where I can go back. I'm taking notes for this official record. See,.