She hadn’t really cared about Waterford & Waterford. She hated the company and was jealous of Nikki Bradshaw. A feeling of selfishness was mixed in ...ith the guilt that already existed.“I shouldn’t have gone today,” Hailey said. “I should have put my foot down with Katelyn. I should have supported you because I knew you were buried in work. Instead I thought of how it affected me. We all did. We all just assumed that you would bring Waterford back from the brink and that you were spending time. She looked straight into the camera and said, ‘Thomas is a real man and tonight, I’m going to find out what it’s like to be well and truly fucked by a real man.’I tried to hide my distress, but failed. ‘Oh, look Thomas, he doesn’t like it. My little sissyboy has been having the kind of sex he likes with other women and he’s even stuck his dinky dick up my ass, but he doesn’t want me to have the kind of sex I like sex with you.’ She looked right into the camera with anger and also maybe a little. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners? Meg. Meg Johnson. Happy to meet you mister Franklin," she said."I'd be tickled if you'd just call me Jimmy," he said. Then, throwing her yet another loop, he turned back to Bobby. "So, iff'n you can't talk, how the heck do you get by?"Bobby whipped out a sheet of paper from his pocket, along with his pencil stub, and scribbled quickly. Meg heard squabbling and saw that Patrick and Jerry were arguing over the last sandwich. She went to resolve the matter. When. I take yours and give it a gentle squeeze. Your touch makes me feel like I can conquer the world and anything it decides to throw at us.We circle streets in town, looking for some private spot, and find none. Your hand is on my thigh, fingering the hem of this dress, seeing how far up I will let you go. I breathe shakily and try to think of anyplace I know of that we could go, just for a while, our own little solitude from the world. Your hand reaches inside my thigh and my brain refuses to.