My wife died and I didn't know how to raise two girls. I had to have a neighbor explain her first period to my oldest. It was humiliating for her. But...it's just not something I knew about..." Denny, no offense, no woman on the planet is very comfortable talking about that subject. A little, with each other, but not even then, a lot of us. They're happy, right?" Now they are. Happily married, happy with their families. Both of them are stay-at-home moms." That's the best -- but nothing's. At age 21, I now am living in an apartment with my best friend, have a steady job, and am starting school at the local community college. Things are going pretty good! My roommate/best friend is also a musician, so he’s out of the apartment a lot, meaning I have the place to myself frequently. When we first got the apartment, I brought girls over ALL the time. I was having sex on at least a weekly basis. Recently though, I’ve been focused on more important things, so it’s been a while. So. I'm--”“Abbey, yeah, of course.” Jed wiped his sweaty palms on his corduroys. “I’ve read all your stories.”“The ones I've published. Should I be concerned by your fandom?”“I just read a lot. I've read more books than anyone else I know.”“Doubtful.” She winked.“But I've never met one of my favorite authors in person before.”“Me?”“Yes, you.” He held up a library paperback anthology and turned to her bio page. “You're even cuter in person.”“You're making me blush.”“Did I go too far? I don't want to. "No, don't kill the deal with the Johnson woman. You made a deal with her representative, and you'll honor that deal. Put a sold sign on those pieces and double the asking price on the unsold sculptures... Just do it, Bruce, or Soren's next one-man show in the United States won't be in this gallery."DeMarco's thoughts told me that he'd advise Soren to show his work in a different gallery anyway.Good for you, Antonio, I thought.Oh, oh, Josh. We're in trouble, Nicole commented. Sandy just.