People say he was always like this, and that my mom fell in love with the rebel he was in school.She was a Brazilian immigrant, they say she was the m...st beautiful girl in our town, hands down. Tall, and slender, she had long and wavy brown hair going all the way down to her butt. Every time I see her pictures, I notice how much I look like her. Difference is, I'm short, and my breasts are bigger, probably things I inherited from the Italian side of my dad's family. I even keep my hair long as. Men like Andrew might slip and slide, but they never stayed down."Nice of you to say," he said. His demeanor was all wrong. It wasn't about him, there was something he was hiding."So what brings you here?" I asked."This," he said handing me a dvd."What is this?" I asked."Play it and see," Andrew suggested.I added it to my laptop and it started to play. "Sylvia if you are seeing this I'm either dead or damn close to it," The image and the voice belonged to Colonel Martin.I hit the pause, "Is. We can be together, you don’t need to work here Dina.”“Dawn, I’m not really your manager, I don’t know anything about the recording business, nothing about negotiating bookings or whatever, not at your level anyway, besides, I doubt that Peter would be happy with it. You’ve always got a home with me while you want it but I think it’s time we recognised that our lives are going to take different paths.”She sat back, staring at me, “You don’t want me anymore do you, Dina, you can’t be jealous. There was only so many times she could manage to watch ‘300’. Dawn curled up to Erich on the couch while they ate their dinner and watched the movie. After Dawn had finished eating she somehow managed to get into a strange position. She somehow always found strange sitting positions to be comfortable. Erich always made fun of her habit but he loved it, mostly because it would usually end up exposing some of her cleavage. ‘Comfortable?’ Erich inquired looking down at her. Shit. He could see.