”John grinned back. “That’s great!”“You wanna know what else is great?” Adam asked. “The Network took something away, too. Something I�...ve wanted to ditch for a long, long time now.”John cocked his head to the side. “Huh? Like what?”“Like my addiction craving.” Adam deadpanned. “I’ve ignored it for so long that it’s not a conscious thing anymore, but it was always there. Lurking behind every corner.”John’s eyes widened. “The—whatchacallit, process took it away? Wow! That’s ... amazing!. Betty's mother looked a lot like Betty. She had the same color red hair asBetty, except that hers was in a style that I didn't really know the name of.It wasn't until some time later that I found out it was called a "FrenchTwist Updo"Whatever it was called, I thought it was very pretty. In fact, I thoughtBetty's mother was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen."Hi Rob" Hi Betty" Hello, Rob." Nice to meet you Mrs. Thomas" Come on in, I'll bet both of you would like a snack"We went into. “I get wet, not, the other thing, you know, hard” she finally said, sitting back and watching the screen for a long while, her heart in her throat even as she saw the indicator letting her know he was replying.> > : “You’re a girl?”“Well, a woman, but yeah. Sorry.”> > : “Sorry? No, god, it’s fine, it’s just, no way! I mean, I knew maybe some writers had to be female, but like, EVERYONE is just a guy getting off on here, I thought. I mean, aren’t they? I mean, well, if you aren’t then. Oh god,. Especially good ones. Most especially new ones.”“Uh, Rose, what are we doing?”“We’re sitting in front of my fireplace drinking whisky.”“But...”“Am I making you uncomfortable?”“No. Yes. No. And yes.”“Well, that clears it all up, then. And by the way, you don’t have to let your arms flop uselessly at your sides. Put them around me. I swear, it’s like you’ve never held a woman before.” She didn’t wait for him to acquiesce or argue, tugging on both until they were encircling her stomach. “Don’t.