She was an exceptionally beautiful girl, with delicate features and fair hair whose father, a compulsive gambler, had recently blown his brains out af...er the stock market crash had obliterated the family fortune. The girl had impressed the older woman with her intellect at a college dinner, and, on hearing that her father's death had let her penniless and unable to continue her studies, Henrietta took the opportunity to dip into her considerable fortune to rescue her. Certain conditions applied. Settle down! He hasn't done anything I didn't ask for. Well, to be honest, he wouldn't do some of the things I asked him to do. But he didn't do anything I didn't like ... and I liked it a lot!"Since we were both nude, sitting on the buffalo robe, Simone glowing with happiness, and me hovering protectively, Barb backed off."Are you going to explain or just leave us hanging?" asked Steve."Have a seat, you two, be careful of the wet spot." I suggested, as Simone and I slid over. My buffalo robe. I had switched to Sirius and was listening to a 70's station that played good music without living at a disco.I was just pulling into Lubbock when I switched the Sirius to a local station to see what was going on in town. I did want to see if there was a Buddy Holly museum. I saw a couple of signs and followed them to an old house that was converted to a museum of sorts.I stopped and stretched as I looked around. It didn't seem like the sort of museum I would imagine for Buddy Holly but not. "When you're not drunk, you are the equivalent of a God. Why do you have to be so damn sexy? Why did I have to fall in love with you?" I asked, annoyed with myself and speaking to the sleeping body of a guy. This was a guy who probably didn't know how to spell his name at this particular moment, much less remember anything in the morning. I felt myself being a bit cliche-ish. I hated him because I loved him. "Kyle?" I went tense. I hoped he hadn't heard anything that I just said. I went to my.