.. hell, we both love Hank. But my life has changed. Hank is tied here forever. This town is his future, but it's not mine, I've moved on. I have plan... for my career and he just wouldn't fit in."Please daddy, at least give my new beau a chance. He and his family love me. They insist he bring me with him every time he goes home. We fly there in his private plane. His family has connections and they are already planning options for my future. With him I will have a life style that I could never. Gritting her teeth, her eyes narrowed, and she took a in a deep, hard breath.She had loved visiting the smithy when she was younger. Its quiet, pervasive heat made the place feel cozy even on the most blustery of days. Its sweet smell of sawdust and ash welcomed all who crossed its threshold and the sound of hammer on anvil in a regular, even beat seemed like a dreamy, other-worldly heartbeat.It was different now. It was angry. It was foreboding. There was a stench about the place that purged. ’ My body would sway and rock, releasing all of the days’ tension. I’d look deep into her eyes and hold her gaze, working on that sultry look she was teaching me. ‘Much better Cheryl, that’s exactly the look we’re going for, it’s as much about the eyes as it is your body.’ We would finish our warm up and I’d get my things from my bag to change into. I would come back into the room, my heels making me look taller and my legs leaner, my short pink hot pants would hug my ass and my vest top would. While they were walking towards the summerhouse, Sandra noticed how the boys were looking at everything around them and when Frederik looked at her, she smiled at him. She just wanted to make sure that he knew that she wasn't really mad at him. She just loved him too much to keep torturing him by acting as if she was mad. In response to her smile, she could see the little frown on his forehead disappear while he smiled back at her.When they reached the summerhouse, Martha just pushed the doors.