Not knowing was the very worst part. ‘Please don’t think the worst of me, please don’t hate me.’ How could she think Mickey could possibly hat... her? All she had ever wanted was for her to be happy. Mickey didn’t particularily think that what she was doing now was going to lead to anything but more misery, but Mickey had known that it was possible, actually, quite likely, that she wasn’t actually going to break the ties to him. He had spent too long convincing her that she couldn’t live without. Icould feel his fat neckbeard as he slobbered on my clavicle. I couldhear him angrily mutter some things to himself as he went back to hisseat. The taxi driver seemed to hate that last bit of defiance from thefat man. I heard metal hit flesh. I could only guess that the taxidriver hit the fat pervert with his gun. I could tell that the fat mafiaman was slumped over the seat.The taxi driver comes around to where I'm sitting. He tries to fix meup. He buttons up my shirt, but these new breasts of. And when I think about your mom, I splooge. That's a technical term and it's pretty much constant, too. It's a good thing the women in my family have a pretty light scent or this house would smell like aroused women all the time instead of most of it." Geez, Anna!" Am I embarrassing you, Brian-Son? I want you to have no question in your mind. I am happy here. Brian, I'm going to sell the place in Kokomo." Anna's house had been part of her divorce settlement and was her security. "I know you are. I was there to oversee the construction crew and to guide the workers in the creation of my vision. Larry kept trying to assert himself in the process and on more than one occasion, I had to ask him to back off and let me do things my way. I loved him dearly, but I needed to do this on my own.I would get home later and later. I would spend my weekends at the gallery. Larry seemed to be losing interest in both the project and me. I don’t know what it was, but I felt as if he were resenting the.