Karma had taken to calling Amber and I mommy and daddy, and we had encouraged it, we wanted her to feel like family. So it wasnt odd to hear her talk ...hat way. Because he is my daddy! Cmon, I never get to! Arrrgh! Fine! Heather popped up and grabbed the two oversized pillows in the corner of the room and made herself a little chair-bed down on the floor. Karma wasted no time and hopped on to my lap on the right side. Her legs went between mine and her feet were on her toes. Like I said, this. He is tall with a body that is chisel. As he brings his stuff upstairs you see that it is typically male, nothing picked out by a feminine hand. You smile and he returns it. You want to scream, you can feel your toes curling.He unlocks his door and you almost squeal with delight. He is moving in next door. You want to talk to him yet you don't know how. What if he is seeing someone, or worst yet not interested!!!When you go inside you place your ear to the wall and you can hear stuff being. That wasn’t special. It wasn’t customer service. This was a small community and the girls were taking care of each other.I felt apart, but above it all. I didn’t clean up after myself. I didn’t pour someone else a drink. No doubt I could, but I wasn’t on some chore cycle. The place was gorgeous, but more like a home than a hotel. All the portraits on the walls, all the statuary in the public spaces, all the music on the speakers, all the videos on the specialty channels, all of the art in the. She grabbed it out of my hand, then botched the job of putting it in the lock. In frustration, she thrust the key back to me. I gently moved her aside, unlocked the door and opened it.She shoved me inside, slammed the door shut and locked it, then turned to me, pulling at my coat, then pushing it off me, letting it fall on the floor. Then she grabbed my shirt front with both hands, and tore the two halves apart, sending the buttons flying. One button, the lowest one, remained, so she grabbed my.