I think she was probably telling the truth." Did you mean it when you said you were locking your bedroom door at night?" Yes." Even if I tell you I do...'t want to see you anymore?" Yes." So you aren't stopping with her because of me?" No. I'm doing it because of me. I liked it a lot, and it was a lot better than the other thing, you know, by myself, but it was just sex. Bea is like a friend, but not like you are to me. I did things with her, but I never wanted to be around her like I want to be. Soon, they are in sporting goods, and the twoof them join the small group of boys and girls and harried parents gettingnew skates."I want white skates, momma," the small boy practically whispers."White skates are for girls," she says, and sits him down so the salesclerkcan measure his feet. Soon they are stuffed into black skates, and themother says "Now you'll be able to play hockey." Don't want to play hockey. Want to skate," the boy whispers."That kind of skating is for girls," his mother. So when he saw the young brunette enter his office yet again carrying a case of what was no doubt crap, he decided now was the final straw; something had to be done."Hello Mr. Lionheart, thank you for agreeing to see me. I know your time is precious and it will only take a moment for me to show you what we have to offer." Hello again Miss Bowen, your visits are a joy as always." he replied in a dry and weary voice. "Now what do you have for me this week?" I'm glad you asked," responded Lorna,. The champagne was flowing as they got back in the limo and in a way itwas better that Rex's lips were all over him, giving him no time tothink. It was only a fifteen minute ride to the hotel, and when the limodriver opened the door, all he could think about was taking off runninglike he was back on the track. With his fingers locked between Rex's thatwould be out of the question anyway, and his feet were already barkingfrom dancing in heels. There was no shot he could speed off in a tightdress.