’ ‘Oh, that’s okay. I’m certainly not bored with your company. I’ll pour the coffees – your plate is under the blue napkin.’ On his plat... were six crackers, a slab of cheese, six finely cut pieces of salami, half a gherkin and…Harry boggled. And two condoms! He looked up but Lorelei was pouring coffee from the billy at the fireplace. She came back looking expectantly and then lost her smile when Harry didn’t even bother to look up. As she handed him his mug of coffee and looking down and. He pulled her face to His. ?kirsten, if you try and make one fucking excuse, it will be the last fucking thing you ever say to Me.?she bowed her head. ?Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. i--i understand.??you understand nothing, girl,? He said opening the door to his apartment. ?But that?s about to change.?The odor inside overwhelmed her. It wasn?t His smell. It invaded her nostrils -- musky, pungent, filthy -- all mixed with the stench of?tequila. Four men sat in the front room; even in the darkness, she. Marcy is there.I don’t know Marcy, I just know who she is and I love looking at her. In fact, I don’t know if that’s her name. I gave her that name. Every morning she wears this business suit or tight pencil skirt and she looks gorgeous. Her blouse is sticking out just enough to see her cleavage. She is sexy beyond belief. Long blonde hair, a few years older than I am, but just gorgeous.Nothing is fake about her. You can see her life in her eyes. She sits at the same bench every day, same train. You are a wonderful guy. A wonderful guy who has had his head screwed on sideways for twenty years. You're a wonderful guy who doesn't want a relationship because you're afraid of getting hurt again, right?" Renee, I don't understand why you would tell Kathy you have feelings for me." Because you idiot, I wanted you to know that what I'm about to do is what I think is best for you. And what I'm willing to give up to see you happy. It hurts me to my core, but I'm never going to be the woman in.