She opened the small fridge and collected the pre-chilled bottle of Moet and popped it open, pouring herself a glass and placing it in the ice bucket ...o continue to chill before making her way out to her favourite perk of this lavish apartment, the balcony.Extending the entire length of the apartment, her balcony sat high in the air, her views only obstructed by the twin hotel towers that sat across from her. Stepping out in to the warm air of the night, she took a deep breath in. This was. ‘Mrs. Stapleton, when was the last time you ate?’ ‘I, uh, well, I don’t rightly know, Connie.’ No wonder she had fainted out there in the yard. How long had Betty been living in these conditions, Connie wondered. And just next door all of this time. It was then that Connie caught sight of the pictures on the mantle. There was one of children, but Betty hadn’t had any children. When Connie looked closer, she saw that the photograph was of her own children—and of her own beloved, but long-gone. Hell, Eric could handle it in under an hour a day, starting in a few days.As for Randy's other needs, well, she knows she has all the equipment, she knows that he certainly knows that she's got what it takes and she knows how to use it, but exactly how does she fit into his plans in the female companionship department.Has she succeeded?She really hates not knowing.She wishes she could read about herself in some paperback romance, just to check out how she is doing.Ridiculous, she knows, but. My mom was calm, although I was sure she was holding in her emotions, and perhaps that was the solution.“Dad,” I said calmly, “let’s go talk in your workshop and let Mom talk with Liz, please.”“THERE IS NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT!”I took a deep breath, “Then let’s go to your workshop and you can scream at me as much as you feel you need to while Mom talks to Liz.”“Peter,” Mom said lovingly, “Mike has a point.”Dad glared at Mom, but I could tell he was going to acquiesce. I got up, filled both our.