..I was ready to forgive your clothing disobedience, since you had not seen the importance of trust in the control relationship. However, because of y...ur language, I want you to show me how you left your clothes, before I decide if you deserve forgiveness.” Offering my hand, she takes it, leading me up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Her clothes are in a heap on the floor half-way between the bed and the doorway. “I’m disappointed, but not surprised at this. You had an attitude before. It’s my job to insure nothing happens to you, you’re all I have in this world.’ ‘Ha. You own one of the largest energy companies in the country. I may be your only child, but I’m hardly all you have.’ Her father played the ‘you’re my baby’ card all too often, and she was tired of it. She would have her Master’s soon and had already lined up a position designing wedding gowns with Justin Alexander. Why couldn’t he just accept she was a fully-grown adult? Simon frowned at Cassie’s statement. She. (Isn’t there a song about that?) Neither has the author, Jayne Finn. A Google search turns up a note from her on another site, dated 2006, stating that she had been fighting an illness that keeps her from the computer and, even worse, a massive case of writer’s block. Apparently, she can’t or perhaps couldn’t figure out a way to write that one last chapter that would end the story. After nearly eight years, my guess is that she may never finish the series. Well, fools rush in and I don’t write. "Jo, if Mother Nature had given you a pair of double-Dee's, I couldn't love you any more than I do now. It's not the size of your breasts that make you so damned desirable, it's the girl inside that makes my heart flutter, the way she holds me and shows me that she wants me that gets my blood boiling like this. Your tits are just the right size, as far as I'm concerned. It's what they do to me that makes them so damned appealing" I explained to her."So it doesn't matter to you that I can't.