I also got them to promise not to tell Mom or Dad anything about me giving them any money.Back in the car, on the way to Julia's, I resumed, "Chloe, I...do remember that you said you loved me, and I do seem to remember something about you showing me your breasts, but you should remember that Alexis is my lover and you've seen how well she and I get on, but as I told you before, she's only getting this trip and a new pair of jeans. You're not even my lover, let alone my girlfriend, so you won't be. As if waking from a haze she jumped into action, opening the car door, but failing to put the car in park it drifted forward knocking into the back of his SUV a second time. He cringed at the awful sound. The girl’s face turned bright red. She slammed the car into park and jumped out to assess the damage. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ll pay for the damages,” she pleaded with him. Her blue eyes flooded with tears that threatened to break free. She wore a stained coffee shop uniform. The. The kids and I knew it would be almost three months before we could see each other again. We promised to call and email each other, but it's not the same as seeing their faces across the table or the room every day.As much as I'd like to say it didn't, time just dragged. It felt like two or three years before those three month went by. My entire crew took me to the airport and started me on the trip home. They knew most of the story about my divorce and estrangement from my kids.What they. “I think you might need a lesson in anatomy.” Stacia sighed. “That isn’t my shoulders.”“I know.” I spoke through my smile. “But it’s so hard to resist you in this negligee.” Suddenly, it seemed like everything was hard.“You’ve got too many clothes on.” She playfully pushed me away, following me onto the edge of the bed.Sitting on the edge of the bed, Stacia reached up and started to unbutton my shirt. She pulled the bottom of the shirt out of my jeans to get at the last button, stood up to ease.