I tried picturing her as a round little butterball with a couple of chins and I started grinning. But then I knew the truth and I wanted to be honest....‘I am worried that if you got fat you would be miserable. Your personality would change. And I couldn’t stop loving you, but if you couldn’t walk around New York or go upstairs quickly, that would be tough.’ ‘Not that fat, Ray! Oh my god, I could never get that fat and handicap myself. I meant what if I gained like… ten or fifteen pounds?’ I. Dan said, “I feel embarrassed. All we’ve done is talk about me. What about you? What do you want out of life?”Ellen thought about his questions and how to answer them. Her answers were tied very much to her father and the company. She said, “You don’t know who my father is, do you?”“I like your father, but I know very little about him. In fact, I don’t even know his name,” Dan said.Ellen laughed and said, “That was intentional. My family name is Derkins.”“Oh, like the restaurant,” Dan said. ”“I’m not normally one to frequent bars,” he says, sounding a little irritated, but really he admires her tenacity.“Well, I ... not that ... I mean...” she says, stumbling over her words.“I’m just fucking with you, Debbie,” he says. “I come here when I got something on my mind or when I plan on picking up a woman to take back to my place.”“So which is it tonight?”“What?”She grins. “Clearly you got something on your mind, but is that all?”He shakes his head. “Well, I wasn’t planning on picking. I smiled and pushed him gently away. "Calm down, would ya? If you want more, you can stay here for more tomorrow." "You really want to?" Henry asks. I nod my head a 'yes.' Henry then proceeds to hug me. Our naked bodies feel warm and—nice. Pretty nice. Somehow, no matter how wrong this might be before the eyes of other people, I can't help but think of how RIGHT this feels. I stop to take in his scent as my eyes close. Sex hung in the air around us. I liked that. It only.