“Okay, then,” I said. “We’ll do it that way. If she makes two weeks, we’ll go ahead and treat it as permanent, don’t you think?”“I sup...ose,” she said. The phone clicked in my ear.Now I have those thoughts to entertain me for the rest of the day. Oh sure, I knew that the day was coming. I’m ready for it. Haley talks like it’s a done deal, almost looking forward to it, as does Deena.That leaves me. It’s not like Haley and I haven’t ever spent time together. We had two years, more or less, of. “It isn’t about the sex.” “Oi!” “Alright. I thought you’d be able to . . .” “Yeah, well, that WAS about to be embarrassing. You rescued me and I thank you.” “But that’s it, isn’t it!? It’s me. None of that, none of that fucking was real. At least it didn’t look real, not until I came up to you.” He moved closer but still looked off into blank space, still forming his thoughts. “You’re right, it isn’t about gender. It’s just me, you just love me. I am enough for you.” “Aren’t I enough for you?”. 5.10, muscular build, handsome face and with brown eyes and black hair. 175 pounds. Everyone eventually left and I was sitting in the kitchen and gathering my stuff together so I can be on my way. Pam was in one of the bedrooms and she called out, “Hey Ty, can you come help me out here for a sec?” “Ya,” I reply, “coming sis..” I get into the bedroom and she’s standing there beside the bed, with a dark green shirt on, (which might as well be painted to her stunning figure) and little jean. ” “Really, Sir?” Again her tone was breathless. “Yes.” “Oh, God,” she sighed, almost a whisper. “But,” he continued, in an offhand tone, “there wasn’t too much of a selection.” He turned her chair slightly to one side, and then to the other, and finally back to rest facing the bathroom. “There’s not too much to choose from in this town is there?” “No, Sir. Not really.” “All a bunch of good old boys and redneck wannabe head-bangers with mullets.” “Yes, Sir.” “But you didn’t mind letting them.