That’s when she told me everything she wanted to change in me. NOT GONNA HAPPEN!Turns out she didn’t like my job! I am a tool and die maker and at...that time I was making a good income. Hell, I am still making a good income. She wanted me to lose weight, she didn’t like my house ... yes, my house!I’d bought it when I was single, long before I’d met my ex. It was a three bedroom brick bungalow, in an old residential neighborhood in Westerville. I remember it was listed as a fixer-upper. Boy was. She’d been one on her wedding night, just graduated, but now she knew a thing or two.Sandy, though, seemed to have little clue, other than that of shoving. Once she got on top, though — a bit constrained head-wise, as Howard hadn’t constructed the bunk with this in mind — she’d time get herself ready before he did what he was himself bent on doing.At first it was about getting him in, little by little. Then it was about leading him into a rhythm that would get her to her moment before he got to. I mean what you want us to be?"Don turned and walked to the side of the deck and took a deep breath. "I don't know what I want, Hailey. Well, that's not quite true. I want to make music with Barrier Riff and that includes you. I want you. I want to spend time with you. And it's not just the sex. The sex is great all by itself, but I like being around you. You're my friend, my partner in music."Don looked at Hailey who nodded her head. She took the few steps between them and put her hand on his. But there was something else that made Erica take the rim of her latte cup away from her mouth and slowly set it on the table. Using two hands, Eric manipulated the blackberry to examine the previous week, then several more weeks, and then months and months. She was shaken when she finally put the blackberry in her purse. She didn’t call Derek.Erica got up and left, leaving her latte behind. She started her car and started to back out but put it back into park. She began to cry, quietly at.