Eros turned his head to Otie. “So, changeling, eh?”“Tom?” Demie closed the bedroom door behind her.I was laying on the bed, my face in my pill...w. “What!?”She sighed. “Turn over.”I looked up. “What?”“I said...” She grabbed my feet, “ ... turn OVER.” And then she spun me onto my back, my head going dizzy from the sudden movement.“What are you doing?!” I yelled at her.She unfastened my jeans and pulled them down, along with my underwear. “I’m not gonna spend my time on Earth with a whiner, Tom.. If anything, it made her more curious.Grocery Girl: No, it doesn't. Would you mind if I ask a few more questions? I'll understand if they are too personal.JonD1982: Not at all. Ask anything you want.Grocery Girl: What is it about older women that you find so interesting.JonD1982: I'm not sure how to exactly explain it. I guess it's because they are more experienced and know what they want.Grocery Girl: Have you ever been with an older woman?JonD1982: No, only in my imagination.Grocery Girl:. Dave was always so quiet it was anyone's guess what went on in that head of his. I had no way of knowing how obsessed he was with me. He tried to flirt with me on several occasions but I never gave him much thought. Usually he was drunk, and I took his advances in stride, with a casual lack of interest.One night something happened that changed everything between us. I'm still not sure what it was. It could have been the beer or just the mood I was in, or something he said. In any case I. The little dear was walking around the room with a tray of homemade brownies, bending delicately at the knees, serving Alison's salon friends. He was wearing a pair of white tights and a white midi-tank top, gold hoops in his triple-pierced ears, and flat sandals that showed off the pink pedicure that Janine had given him only a few days before."Thank you dear," the young manicurist said as she took a brownie on a little doily that Jeff handed her. "They're quite yummy."Jeff beamed. Alison was.