Lola, helped me up gently hugged me and caressed my ass. I don't want her falling for me.. I smiled, put my top on and walked back into the club. I st...red in disbelief at the man Dita was talking to. 'Andrew?' I yelled, he was tall, dark, wore his signature large, long, writer's block cardigan, with jeans and a white t-shirt. His casual look is misleading as he was the hardest man alive and he was my best friend! I went back to Andrew's house for a drink, he drove us back in his classic porche. I went up to my bathroom and undressed and took a shower. I blow-dried and brushed my hair. I went into my closet and put on one of my sexiest bedroom outfits: see-through black lace knickers and a matching sheer bra; stockings; a suspender belt; my grandmother's pearl necklace. I put on makeup and perfume. When I was ready I looked in the mirrors in my closet. All of the grooming that week had paid off – I looked fit, and hot. Then, dressed only in that skimpy lingerie, I went downstairs to. You may feel otherwise, but I don't. It is still there. I'm in love with you. I'm tired of not embracing that and I told that to Rick. He really listened to me. I guess I'm older, or whatever, he finally listened to me.” I'm in total shock, everything she is saying is putting me in shock. She still loves me? He listened to her finally? Does this mean he has forgiven me? What happens now? Suddenly I feel pretty damn sober, or maybe just shell shocked. I'm not sure. “He knows he was a d-bag. He. If the nudity is an embarrassment, then I will strip naked as well. Then we will be equals. In fact, I will lead the way.’ With one of her trademark shocked grins, she turned her back and said, ‘My buttons, if you please.’As the Dutchwoman still hesitated, she looked over her shoulder and spoke again, her voice back to its dominating timbre. ‘Elena, are you serious about redemption or not? Come on!’I could see how she was smoothly switching between sympathy and judgement, and the poor woman,.