Cynara took a seat opposite the girl at the little table, the food already having been put into place. She helped herself."Hey Jane, so what's the dea... with you and Randall Trahern?" she said suddenly, deciding to get right to the point.Jane looked at her in surprise, and blushed, "Mr. Trahern is a very nice young man." I'm sure he is, but do you like him?" Of course I like him." Okay, but do you really like him? Does he make your heart skip a beat, your pulse flutter? Is he all you think about. Can I quit? Kidding of course, but this has been a rough fucking week. The guys have switched gears now that I'm feeling a bit better adjusted, and letting me do the lion's share of the quantitative analysis. In fairness though, that is not inequitable. I am just tired because of it. I don't really feel any better than I did last week, but at least now it's because of legitimate fatigue instead of loneliness and misery.None of that is to say that I don't still miss you. I've just gotten a. . but even so I immediately knew what it was. It wasn’t that school boy gaze of lust that every girl lives with. His look said three very clear things: I was a woman, he wanted to fuck me, and -- maybe most importantly -- he knew that I knew that’s what he was thinking. An adult was wanting to fuck me not like a girl but like a woman, which means he’d actually wait for me to come, probably.What he didn’t know then -- and what I suddenly and firmly did -- was that he would. And I would.“I guess. “Any news about the shit house?”“No.”“Damn.”Tim said, “We’re going to clear some money on this house, but it’s not going to be anywhere as much as we had hoped. It’s really not going to cover our time.”Cathy said, “That’s not true. Even if we sell it for only $24,000 we’ll clear $4,000. That’s a fifty percent return on our investment in less than six months. That’s not bad.”“If we had been able to buy the shit house, it would have been done by now. We probably would have been at the same point.