From that I’d found that I no longer needed or even wanted to tell my mother everything about me. If that were the case, then I had no problem with ...y mom liking Tami more than she did me, even if she wouldn’t admit it.“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what did my grandma say to you?” I asked.“She basically told me that I was a selfish little girl who needed to grow up. She told me my actions had probably cost me the man of my dreams. She actually called me a ‘stupid girl’ and said you’d be okay. I already know what your going for, the wrist ties that hide under the frame. Leaning onto the bed you grab my wrist bringing it up to the tie, resisting though I want this I try to pull my arm back. “Give me your wrist.” Your command sends a tremor through my body and I slowly stretch my arm out to you. After all but one leg is secured, you step back to look at me laid out for you. “Your leg is not to move unless I move it, understood?“ Nodding quickly I let my eyes travel the length of your. He closes the door behind them as he slips off his work clothes. While he's standing vulnerable in the middle of the room she approaches him and stares into his sparkling eyes. He slowly strips her piece by piece his eyes full of desire. When all of her clothing join his on the floor they walk hand and hand into the shower. He lights the candles that are along the shower wall she turns out the light . He starts the shower on hot and the shower quickly fills with steam as he grabs her close. The river, with the moon reflected brilliantly on it, looked dark, mysterious and beautiful. The lights along both sides glided by as our old-fashioned riverboat churned through the water. And the live orchestra was five or six cuts above what we'd had to endure at the Cloverdale High reunion.Yes, Betsy Elliott was definitely a genius.Most of the riverboat's clients that night had already filed off the gangplank before Shirley and I finished one more glass of wine each and, reluctantly, took.