" We stopped at a diner for a bite to eat, and each had a cup of hot coffee while we read the menus.Uncle Max spoke first. "I don't know what to say."...I do."He looked up expectantly. "What?" I'm not really hungry. Pay for the coffee and take me back to Abbe's old room."He paid for the coffee and led me back to the car through the rain, again holding hands. Once the engine was turning over and the defroster blasting, he turned and kissed me on the nose. I responded by putting a hand behind his. It felt so right but she didn’t want it, not with Oz! She moved away slightly and felt his arms tighten around her. How could she get away and avoid any embarrassment? She had no time to puzzle over this for at that precise moment, his gold eyes snapped open. For half a second, she froze, her mind thinking wildly, not knowing what else to do, her eyes flashed shut. She lay perfectly still, hoping he hadn’t seen the movement. ‘Sammie, open your eyes.’ His voice murmured, his breath hot on her. ‘So you’ve never…gotten head?’ ‘Never.’ He nods. ‘Not as uncommon as you think.’ He doesn’t verbally scoff, but his eyes are scoffing. He looks at Janet, wondering how (I assume anyway) a woman with such deliciously pouting lips has never had a dick between them. ‘Medically speaking,’ he begins, ‘at the subconscious level, all women are cock-slathering, cum-gurgling sluts. And I say that with the utmost respect and admiration for the gender.’ I believe him. ‘For whatever reason Janet, you have. I did not expect to recognize him, but I did! After Rachel and I divorced we did not keep in contact. Once, a few weeks after the papers had been signed, I saw a Rachel with a lawyer-looking guy. We didn’t meet or anything. I just remember thinking that I felt sorry for him. Now, as I looked at his face once again, I wasn’t sure who to feel sorry for.I shifted my gaze. Kim and Rachel were standing side by side in the middle of the living room, looking at the Russian who was standing about three.