"The man's eyebrow rose as I gave the speech and then he held out his right hand. "I'm Brent, and I work the front desk and am in charge of the living...areas and dining. Later I'll introduce you to Ralph who handles the beach and activities. The room we can do, but I do advise you to grow a thick skin. Some of the clients come here to let off the steam from living mostly in the closet and can be a bit rough if you aren't careful."I nodded, thinking that I was going to be spending many hours in. “A novel?” “A book. Like a book. I think Roman is French for this.” “Ah. Yes.” Rose tries out his name, this new acquaintance, with the sparks in his eyes. “Roman?” “Mmm?” He takes a sip of his scotch, looking so delectable it knots her stomach. Her mysterious stranger swirls the single malt in his ice-less glass. Rose can smell it too, peaty and strong. Suddenly she sits down. I want to be that scotch, Rose thinks. He sips, regarding her with amusement. “I sweep you?” “Yes.” . I, right away masturbate 2 or 3 times wondering what would happen to my mom. Her friends were almost all divorced women. She will be put in a situation where guys would be taking chances on her. I imagined her drunk being dragged to some sleazy hotel to be fucked by a bunch a guys taking turns. I would pay so that situation could happen in real life. On the same time I ashamed myself for fantasying that.She returned earlier than expected. I was in kitchen eating. Apparently nothing happen, but. I didn’t know what to do; I was a lost little girl, but again my savior, Beverly came to my rescue! Beverly invited me into her home, and back into her life; she immediately apologized for her part of my break-up with Kate. I told her it wasn’t her fault, and it was mostly going to happen anyway.My relationship with Beverly was always complicated but ever-changing. In the past, she always wanted to control the situation, we would have sex only when she wanted, and she never wanted it a regular.