Oh sure, he would provide them with insight and the encouragement to work through their emotional problems but the price his clientele would pay would...not be totally reflected in the steep fees he would charge. Of course to make things less obvious he would have to have an occasional male client as well, but after all, he thought, it would be a small price to pay to have a waiting list of beautiful women who couldn't wait to be alone with him.Yes, he chuckled to himself, he had it all figured. Which, I realized today, is a bit the opposite of lost. I feel found. The diary continued, but began to seem more repetitive after that. And my interest drifted more in the direction of Cy’s most recent email. It was blank, aside for the subject line. And an attachment. Which appeared to be a number of screen shots of a LiveJournal page which was listed as ‘private.’ Only so private, apparently. Unlike the Choto girl, this one wasn’t posting every day. More like when she had something she. .The images that colored my daydream tightened my pants even more. I sighed and tugged to erase the evidence. My eyes wandered around with embarrassment.As they did, they got hooked to the gaze of a spectacular platinum blonde. Her eyes bored straight into mine. She smiled a dazzlingly white and red lipstick smile. My first reaction was to blush, feeling caught with tenting pants. But what I saw next undid all my careful rearrangements.The big haired sex bomb stepped from behind the rack of. Well, I probably could if I wanted to. But you need to think about it and to think about how you really feel about them."Jacob hedged on Marnie's advice. He wasn't comfortable with the local tradition of a man having more than one wife. He knew it was practical in the years following the Civil War — because a lot of men from Texas didn't get the chance to come home from the battlefield.But he wasn't raised that way. His father had one wife and his mother had one husband. Even after his mother's.