..Unless, a troubling thought returned, he'd seen me, wanted me, for what Iwas, instead of what I'd hoped he'd see.What was that, anyway?I sat there i... my skirt and blouse and knew I needed to know more, a lotmore, about him.And more about myself. Or maybe not myself, maybe about this personsitting here upon this sofa. I flicked, again, the stray hairs the floateddown my cheek, I rubbed my temples just below the wig, as if to make anot-quite-headache go away. My feet were sore, I bent to pull. You look down into the case in front of you as you listen to the phone ring and you see magazine in plastic wrap that is black and simply reads "Game Land" in white letters on the cover. The price tag on it reads 0."Any luck?" the clerk asks returning to the front of the store. "Nah, I don't leave too far from here. I can walk home. I'm curious though, what makes that magazine worth 0?" I don't know," the clerk replies. "The owner is adamant in not opening it or selling it for less. You're. After a few weeks I began to feel she was clinging. She had shrunk her entire world to me. Seeing me, touching me, feeling me, being with me, making love to me -- I was being smothered. Maybe at that point I began to realize what those boyfriends of hers had gone through. As lovely as she was, I needed time for myself and as time went on instead of easing up a bit, her attention became stronger than ever.I tried talking with her but her desperation was so great she just couldn't fathom a moment. I did not turn or lift my head from looking at the floor. I felt his hand on my face gently lifting it and turning it to his.“Betsy, I liked you from the moment I seen you.” “I did not know you were so lovely until I did see you,” John said taking my hand into his. “Your aunt offered me…” he added but stopped.“She offered you what, John,” I asked not knowing for sure what it was she had offered him.“I could lie to you but I won’t,” John replied. John looked me in my face as he added, “She.