The dress was so tight that you could see every one of his phony curves, including his gigantic breasts. They were at least a 40-D. His ?breasts? were...shaped like grapefruits. Heck, they probably were grapefruits. He had long legs covered with black fishnet stockings, a big butt (I saw where Jack got his inheritance!), and was teetering about on four-inch spikes. I don't know why he didn't fall into the stew when he stood on one leg to reach the cupboard where he was keeping his cooking oil.. Why the fuck should I feel so damn bad? It wasn't my baby, I fucked her but I didn't fuck her up. I guess it was for what I was leaving behind, and I guess that I loved her. Yes I know I did. I loved her, there i said it! I get misty eyed thinking about it even now. When I returned to Oklahoma City, I settled in and finished my studiesat school, found a job, and purchased my first home. Can you guess when I closed on my first home? Six months after I left Janet Forrester. I had kept my. " What's so wrong with that? It's the natural thing when you have both said you're in love with each other, isn't it?" Think, my darling man." Think? Why? It's nat... Oh God, yes! Annette!" Yes, my sweet!" Oh, how thoughtless and selfish of me!" No! Quite natural! Relax." She rubbed her head between his shoulder blades."Oh!" sighed Richard and his hunched shoulders dropped. "Thank you, Sharon, my sweet, for bringing to my senses." So, go on. What's the next problem?" Well you've just brought it. Mr Adamson, too, had seemed relieved. David himself construed Mr Adamson's silence as grave disappointment in him. He did not blame the man for what had happened at lunch. The events in the clearing in some confused and confusing way exonerated him, proved that he had been right all along and that David was quite other than he had thought himself to be, still wanted to be. He stared into the mug of cocoa he held in his hands. He had taken barely a sip. It had been a comfort to hold when it was.