Dad had said she might start painting. I think we all figured she’d go out to her studio and paint pictures, not charge into my room and paint my wa...ls. I tucked my pillow under one arm and hauled the blankets off my bed.I sighed and plodded out into the dark of the living room, trailing blankets behind me. I dropped onto the couch, dragged the blankets over me and buried my head in my pillow. A brief thought raced through my brain, something about putting paint on top of wallpaper, but I was. The fact that he even let me back into his life was a miracle. He never, ever gave up on me, even when I treated him like dirt. So when I came to live in Chicago, I told him I just wanted to be with him, in whatever capacity he would let me, and if he would, to have children with me.“I didn’t need any paper to prove how much I cared for him or he for me. And I didn’t think I’d be the best wife for him. I felt I could provide him emotional support, and be a confidante, a muse, and a lover. But. Why?" I got a guy who is interested." Jesus Christ Scott; have you told the whole world that you are fucking me?" No sweets; just guys I know and trust." What is it? They think you are my pimp or something?" No sweets, they just know that I know a hot sexy broad who fucks for money and they ask me why I'm paying for it when there is so much free stuff around. After I describe why I think you are worth the money they want to try you on." I can give him from whenever he gets here until. "I'm ah ... not exactly dressed for that you know," I said once again glaring at her, though she found it obviously amusing, as I again turned seeing Peter's eyes once more locked on my nipples, which felt like they had turned to petrified stone at this point, and looked like it too."I guess you can take my car," I then stated, forgetting myself for a moment as I stood to grab my purse. It was no more than two, perhaps three feet away on the counter, but plenty of time for me to realize my.