" "My feelers?" Willow rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean," Casey gave her a dry stare. "Let's get this done." "You did read the article, right?" ...illow shook her head. "You know what those girls said happened to them? And you're still prepared to throw yourself under the bus just to get this over with as quickly as possible?" "We owe Henry big time if you'll recall," Casey pointed out. "I don't want to let him down, and he might not have wanted to say it over the phone, but I'm pretty sure. Not someone who has a lot of piercings or a tattoo here, there, everywhere. Someone real and sexy and sweet and with substance. Someone who doesn’t care about how many cars we have or how big a house we have. I want someone who is supportive of me and I can support. I admit it, there’s nothing wrong with a good sex life, but at the old fossil age of 35 …’ Colleen rolled her eyes as her boss went on with his rant ‘… I want more than sex. I want romance, is that too much to ask?’ ‘Aww, that’s so. He'd written at 3 a.m.: "Fuck, Mike! It happened, didn't it?"I wasn't ready to meet him. I wasn't ready to see anyone. I stayed inmy apartment mostly, slipping out at nights for groceries and things inan overcoat. I continued my daily recordings and my editor friend Jim kept watching. He continued to email me. It was the night I drank the scotch that I just lost it. I was drunkand irrational and all my frustrations came out. I showed my breasts ina fit of broken acknowledgement. I. These were nice moments though. He would touch me in his sleep, sliding his hand under my shirt and hold my breast. And he would always get hard with his erection always pressing between my legs. And tonight was no different.“You pick a movie yet, daddy?” I shouted as I came down the stairs.“Yesss! I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes, Linds. I’m gonna fall asleep if you don’t hurry up,” my dad replied.I was freshening up so maybe I did take a bit to long. I came down the stairs eagerly,.