"I don't know. I guess you're right. I have no idea what she thinksanymore. What I do know is that I care about you. And I'm sorry ifthat's enough." Y...u are sorry, that's the truth alright. And, by the way, it isn'tenough. You're right about that, too. Congratulations."Phoebe threw herself up from the end of the couch and headed for herroom. Marcia hadn't the least inclination to stop her. What could shepossibly say to her even if she did? On the television a chubby, pasty-faced man without. The binding around her wrists was attached to a dangling hook which was linked by rope with a pulley rigging bolted to the high ceiling of the loft bedroom. Her eyes peered forward as he stepped back then watched as he turned and moved towards a brick foundation beam. Her eyes remained wide, watched him unwrap a rope from the hook bolted to the brick. Her head slowly titled back as her eyes peered upward at the pulley. The pulley moved, the rope linked to her wrists was guided. Bit by bit she. The water surrounding Staten Island pours onto the sands of your backyard, a privately owned beach that extends for nearly a mile. In the window, you find your reflection staring back, near-naked and glowing under the New York City sun.Your name is Drew Ré, and as of today, you are twenty-one years old. You are the middle child of Ludovico Ré, one of the wealthiest men in America and this years pick for People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive", amongst other accolades and honors. Sometimes, you. “I don’t know what she’s used to. I mean, she says she wants people around her that aren’t afraid to call her out. I’m not sure she wants that in her boyfriends. It’s fine when we’re alone but she seems to only want my input when she asks for it. Then I have to put on a different hat 20 seconds later and offer her advice as a part of her team. I’m a little worried I’m going to miss the cues about which role I’m playing at the time and it’s going to get me dumped and fired.”“That sucks,” Rick.