In terms I think you can understand, I wanted to know if you were too good to be true.”This made him laugh. “Honestly, I’m just doing my best to...stay alive and be myself. I think the others see me as better than I really am, but that’s okay. That’s how love is supposed to work, right?”“Indeed.” The queen took a step toward him and grabbed onto him with all four hands, two on his shoulders, the others on his waist. “I would like to make a bargain.”“A bargain?” It suddenly occurred to him that he. "I patted her on the back, just over her gun, to let her know I was serious. I was.She looked at me wryly."Can I pick up customers?" referring to the fact she was dressed like a hooker."Only if they're worthy of you, Janey," I replied as I climbed into the back of the limo.That comment set her thinking and I heard her muttering darkly over our link when she realized that any 'customer' she could 'pick up, ' as she put it, would automatically not be worthy of her, and besides, what would the. Like a normal child. Corinneshook her head. That was impossible! Her baby was brain-damaged, retarded, crippled for life.And yet...**********With a determined look, Corinne carried her little boy across thehot asphalt. She headed to the ticket counter, and wasdisappointed."May I help you?" a pretty young woman asked.Corinne seemed startled. "I was looking for an older woman," shemuttered.The girl smiled. "That would be grandmother. She's in the office."The girl pointed to a low gray. But English is not my mother language, so alowe me use the short citation of a brilliant blog from Bangkok boy! »But your bar boi /my Kai – my footnote/ is different. He really does love you. And not just for your money. No, really. Hold on for a sec while the rest of us finish rolling about on the floor in helpless fits of laughter. All k**ding aside, it is quite possible that your boi does like you. If you don’t stink, if you treated him well, if you tipped him well, and if you didn’t.