." I had to laugh despite my predicament. "... but I prefer themore 'private' atmosphere here." Well, ..." she offered (was it just a little sarcast...cally?) "perhaps Ican get you on full time here! How would you like that?"As she was asking she reached over my shoulders and released the button onmy jacket, pulling it open. I looked up at her and it was apparent thatshe was looking at my "breasts," standing out firm and high in my laceunderwire bra, clearly visible through the sheer. She felt very alone, more alone than ever. These days he doesn’t make a move and neither does she. It kinda felt bad to hear and she became teary eyed obviously from the pain she was feeling about it. It was an automatic reaction from my end and I just got up, went over and gave her a hug. She was in awe and almost pulled back, but I held onto her. She cried and sobbed on my shoulder and I kept hugging her. After a while she stopped and I let her go and went back to my place in the sofa. She. I used to be Huntsman, so making my own food is no problem.” Ghira spoke with a positive tone, a direct opposite of his current situation.“Well, if you’re sure. I have to go and continue my workout, dad. I’ll come by and visit sometime. Take care!” With a quick farewell of his own, Ghira ended the call with a heavy sigh.For the first time in decades, Ghira was lonely. While he had spent time being with himself in commutes and trips across Remnant before, someone was always waiting for him back. I put all my new clothes and shoes away, it looks like I will have to clear some out, I was getting short of space with mums clothes as well.I got dinner ready for when dad came home.‘Hi sweetheart’ he said as he came in‘Hi dad, dinners ready’We chatted while we were eating‘I like your earrings, they look good on you’‘I had my ears pierced today, and got measured for suits for work’‘Will Elizabeth be in tonight’? ‘No dad not tonight, I am a bit tired after last night and shopping today’ We sat.