Carl left the list of people that he invited on the desk. You'll have to go over the list and see if there's anyone else that you want to invite." The...only one that I would really insist on being there would be Carol. You know she's going to be jealous. She has a gigantic crush on you."They went to the patio and sat, enjoying the summer evening. It wouldn't be dark for a while and the temperature wasn't too high."What did I sign this evening. The papers were coming so fast and furious that I. I can’t let myself love you, you who is so worthy of love.You need, deserve, a man who can make that same promise to you, and keep it. A man who can understand that love is a lot more than sex, and that good things come to those who wait. A man who will treasure you like the jewel you are, for what you are.I ask you to make me a promise. I have no right to request it, but it is out of my care for you that I ask. Promise me that when you decide to let someone love you, it is because you truly. "Not yet son. Still waiting. Hope I get another soon," he replied.So, with nothing else to do, Paul went to his room and undressed. Helooked at his breasts just to check on the bruising, and found them to befading. With that, he put on his standard bra and admired the lift itgave them."Has the bruising gone down?" asked Laura. She was standing in thedoorway."It has. By the way, I forgot. I've got something to show you," saidPaul.He went to his bag and removed the photograph that Alicia had. And there, up on the shelf above the stereo, there it stood. The contents of the package. A statuette. An five-inch tall highly detailed rendering of a nude woman. A very plump nude woman. And it was solid metal, shiny, silvery metal. Silver? Nah, it couldn't be.It was. A friend of his who worked at a jeweler's shop verified it. Solid sterling silver. Four pounds of silver, worth something like $300 melted down. But Bill wouldn't be selling the silver statuette any time soon. It was just too.