No doubt I could have talked to Rose for weeks without making any progress but Rosco saved us all the grief with a few words of his own. I just watche... and though I couldn't hear what he told her I could see a change in attitude wash over her face."So, I stay with you for your duration, and then to the rest of the world you die in a truck wreck and I end up a grieving widow with title to everything you own?" Rose asked."Well that is really the gist of it." Why didn't you pick me up two years. "Your last owner."Renee nearly snorted. This was too easy. "What about him?"He strode forward, face so red he seemed ready to explode.And she couldn't help it.She flinched.Renee flinched away from the nauseatingly familiar form of an angry man coming at her. She hunched over, automatically protecting the soft spots, the places that would hurt the worst. She cursed herself for the fear, the show of weakness ... but after a few seconds passed, she began to believe nothing was going to. I turned back around, and as I was going down, two manly hands covered my eyes, and I felt the tip of his lips on my ear as he whispered “guess who?” I sat there baffled. Finally he let go and I quickly turned around. To my surprise it was my cousin Ramses. I was so excited I jumped up and hugged him. He was my best guy cousin! And damn he looked good, all grown up, a bit on the skinny side, but I couldn’t help but look at that bulge between his legs that seemed to be calling my name. He. Bycoincidence, I found the name of a childhood friend in a CBT mailinglist. Since we had last met, Mark had become a doctor ? a generalpractitioner. After a few faint-hearted mails we arranged a personalmeeting.After a few shots of vodka I asked him. ?You know, I?ve always wanted to try out aball-vice. But I didn?t have the courage, and anyone to trust enough tohelp me.? ?I see. And?you mean that I would????Yes. You?re perfect for this. You?re interested in CBT, and moreover you are a.