The money becomes a way of putting distance between you so neither of you fall in love."She chuckled. "Close enough, but there's no risk of me falling...for him. He's not my type."She mixed another drink and then paused. She looked at me, and then my empty glass. When I shrugged she walked over and accepted it from me, once again bending low, letting her cleavage gape."So what is your type?" I asked.Her eyes flashed. "I like them young." She moistened her lips before returning to the bar. As she. ..um, yes, that’s good, but, um, maybe just a little to your left....no, no reason, just, just walking....so, um, how’s your day goin‑ aaaaaaahhhh!!. SIS? HELLO? SIS? UM, CAN YOU THROW ME A ROPE? OH C’MON SIS!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!!! SIIISSSSS!!!!?Epilogue:?um, hello Mistress, um, how’s your day going? good, good....um, Mistress, you know that vase you used to like ‑ um, well, maybe that’s not the way to put it, you probably still like it ‑ well, maybe not now, um, well, not since ‑. Then I thought, now how am I going to do this. I already know I love the two of them. What I don't know, is if they can really love me. I can take care of them well enough; but what do I tell them, and when do I say it?I came up with a good story. I wouldn't lie to them. I would just downplay things. I could tell them I didn't work, because I owned some rental property that paid for all my needs. Then I wondered what their reactions would be when they figured out that I was actually the owner. When we steppes out Emily moved the curtains and got into the wardrobe. To change. I was wet so i was soaking my self with a towel looking my self in the mirror. Then i saw in the reflection that some old guy was watching me, and i got scared. And started to think is he really looking at me. And i observed that he was looking at me. This was weird because something in me wanted him to keep look at me. I did not tried to hide my self i just kept soaking my wet hairs. This gave a feeling like.