Holding one drink in each hand I saw a hotel attendant and asked to be “let into my room”. A little white lie would never hurt anyone. She did let...me and I walked into the room quietly. No Sam? Where was she? The bikini she wore in the pool was placed in a chair and on the bed was a vibrator. Guess I was not the only person having self pleasure this evening? The she walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing that sun dress but I had to assume nothing was on underneath it. “Hi. I brought you a. After all, she noted, her flings with her boyfriends didn’t cost her a dime.I felt as though I were being pulled in opposite directions. Since my loyalty remained with my family, that meant I had no choice but to have a long talk with Beth and throw some cool water on our smoking-hot affair. It had been many years since I had to “break up with my girlfriend.” I had forgotten what how unpleasant it is.I gently explained that I could not spend as much time with her as I had been spending, nor. Please thank him for speaking to Miss Adams. I do have one question before we hang up." What's that?" Do you mind if your grandfather's story is made public?"Hearing my question to Mary Jo, Miss Adams waved at me, mouthing, "its okay."Mary Jo confirmed that it was okay. "I've already told her that we don't mind if she publishes the letter and tells the story as my grandfather described what took place so long as she doesn't include his name. He doesn't want publicity. Recalling the battle and. I know he hasnt changed. Its the same him, the same shit, but Im different now. It feels dissonant, frightening. Like I thought I knew what I wanted, and it wore a leather jacket and smelled like engine-oil and booze, and rode motorcycles with a devil-may-care attitude, and bent me over those motorcycles and fucked me with that same devil-may-care attitude. But now it all just seems a little… adolescent. Small. Ethan, me, all of it. So when he held on to my wrist with that shark-tooth grin, all.