Anne readily agreed. When we went inside, we went to the kitchen so I could mix a rum and cola for each of us before we headed downstairs. Our house...is built on a hill so ‘downstairs’ is still ground level on the backside of the house with a wonderful view from our relax center, but is still secluded so no one can see in. It is seldom, if ever, that I wear anything in the relax center. We have a small pool (so small in fact, it is more of a very large tub), whirlpool, steam room and sauna. Soon enough, she had lips. Her creator came to her every day upon waking and stayed late into the night until collapsing in exhaustion. When he touched Galatea, she felt what he felt, but had no context for it. Mostly, she felt the smooth marble of her own skin under his rough, callused hands. Behind it, she felt a gnawing hunger in his belly and a worrisome flickering of his lifeforce as he ate and drank only enough to keep himself going. Some days, he slept at her feet, his devotion not. "How much rum did you put in this?" The whole bottle," he said. "Linda never could hold her juice, and if she get smashed right away, we can get it on that much sooner. Otherwise, it's going to be a long, dry weekend, with dad home all the time and us not able to get together for even one quick fuck."She drank down the cold punch and felt a little shiver in her tummy. It was the way her son talked about everything, as if they were discussing his schoolwork, or the grocery list. He was casual. After done with that, poured another glass of wine, and started dinner."Hmm, empty already," I thought as I tried to pour myself another glassof wine to drink with dinner.Just then, there was a knocking at the door, it was Matt."Hello Mrs. T. My father said that you needed some help with yourfurniture." Hi Matt, yes, just a few things to rearrange." Oh, my was Matthandsome. I'd never really noticed before. He was just the neighborsboy. "Just over here in the living room."While Matt moved.