You have my blessings and apologies.” His voice trailed off uncomfortably.I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, refusing to break down. I’d always...known, I think, that the only thing that kept us from reconciliation was pride. Pride on both our parts.Thomas moved slightly closer and even Mr. Genovese seemed to understand the moment.I caught my breath. “Is there anything further Mr. Genovese?”He sorted through the papers. “There appears to be nothing else related to accepting the inheritance.. Thea took a step back towards him, then looked at Oliver. "Well, then, Oliver, do you think we should use a rubber?" Well...yeah, I do. You know, just to be safe."Thea looked back at Oliver seductively. "Well, too bad. Not a chance, mister. I want to feel you. The real you. All of you. And you don't get a say in the matter." I...umm..."Thea slowly sauntered back towards the bed, then leaned against it. Her pose quite clearly displayed what she wanted. She wanted him to take her from. “Danny, please,” she texted, “You know this must end, I’m begging you.”Acknowledging she was right would give her power, and that wasn’t going to happen, yet I knew I had to give her a glimmer of hope, because she was getting very desperate. ‘tomorrow’ I simply texted, and tossed the phone aside.***Sarah’s boyfriend gave her a quick kiss and was out the door. He was off to the gym for a morning workout with his guys, and he would meet her for lunch. She was having real pangs of guilt as of. I was president of the ‘itty bitty titty committee’. People would see my bra straps and ask, if I had no hands would I wear gloves? I heard it all.”I’d heard this before. She seemed to feel it necessary to reiterate it. So I just gave her a supportive look.“My initials were BB, so people called me Beebe, but that became BBs. It was meant as a knock on my lack of boobs. People would actually look at my chest as they said it and smile, thinking they were getting away with a joke at my expense. It.