"Probably not what I would have picked" he said in a charming bit of understatement."That's the advantage of having different backgrounds. We get to s...are each other's knowledge and experience."A waiter approached."Nice to see you, Miss Fine."He put down a small Caesar Salad in front of each of us."Thank you, Arnault." He retreated."Do they give everybody a Caesar no matter what they order?" No. I took the liberty. I know your tastes so I would like you to give me the opportunity to take you. It was hard to tell whether it was thrill or nerves, but either way, space was still having exactly the same effect on her as it had in the very beginning. She was wondering if it was ever going to wear off, and let her function out there with anything resembling a sense of normality. She'd settle, at least, for not screwing anything up too badly. Or peeing herself. The press of the diaper between her legs reminded her she was stuck inside this suit now for at least the next four or five hours,. Move in me, lover. Oh, Brian, I know I'm voracious and like to fuck, but make love to me. I missed you so much." There was something almost desperate about the way she made love. It was different than her usual I-need-cock-now-thank-you-goodbye. There was a sense of need and fear that drove her to peak after peak. She'd come three more times before I unleashed and that sent her over the top again. "I love you. I love you. I love you," she chanted in my ear, kissing me and holding me. ’ ‘I’m sure it will work out.’ Simon smiled to himself. She was always so optimistic, at least for other people. ‘And it will with your mom, too.’ ‘Maybe it will.’ She gave a short laugh. ‘I know, you can come with me, pretend to be my boyfriend, and then she’ll be happy, at least for the weekend.’ Simon couldn’t believe it. This was precisely what he was about to propose, and Connie had suggested it herself. He recognized the sarcasm, but decided to jump at his chance. He couldn’t let this go.