Things I don't want to change, and won't change. And in time ... because of that, you'll either come to hate me, resent me, or be disgusted with me. T...hat's why I think it would be better to end this now, before it gets any worse than it already is." I think it's already worse. First ... you tell me you love me, and then you're dumping me ... just like that. Well sorry, not good enough. You have to tell me the reason why it won't work Jessie ... you at least owe me that much." Ok, you want to. Onto the couch, where she took a deep breath.“Okay. My Great Aunt Charlotte usually hosts Thanksgiving dinner, but she fell and broke her leg the other day, so she’ll be laid up for six to eight weeks which means she’s not going to really be up for cooking Thanksgiving dinner. So my mom is hosting it instead and she’s inviting us over.”I started turning this information over in my brain. “Okay ... so that means we are both going to ... Cleveland?”“Cincinnati. Actually, my family lives just. “How are things with your family?”“Very good. My new sons are quite healthy!”“Yes, your very curious relationships are the source of much conversation amongst the people in Moscow who know you!”I chuckled, “Of that, I have no doubt!”We spoke for about fifteen minutes before I excused myself so that I could go find Chris and get started on the work that she needed. Fortunately, she’d faxed the specifications to me so that I could be prepared. I’d spent the drive up mulling over in my mind how. One of the reasons why she liked to sit in the top row of the metal stands was because that private feminine expanse of “beneath the skirt territory” was displayed “innocently” to interested male parties sitting immediately below her almost close enough to reach out and touch her forbidden zone with their “boy in a candy store” greedy fingers.She remembered this wide-eyed boy from the party at her sorority house that first weekend at the academically respected coeducational academy of higher.