“All the women I’ve dated have been wealthy, and they were only with me because of what being with me could do for their social status. They didn�...��t love me. They merely used me to get what they wanted.”“How am I any different?” Grace asked.Mac took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “What would you do if I lost all my money, and we couldn’t stay in luxurious five-star hotels?”“That’s easy. I’d book us a room at the Holiday Inn Express and pay for it myself. There are nearly three hundred. The timingon that bit of laughter seemed to be perfect. My anxiety was at an alltime high with the constant barrage of current and future feminineexperiences.We both calmed down a bit as my senses began coming back to me. I beganto wonder who my dad was going to be golfing with. The thought crossedmy mind to ask my mother, but I'd dealt with enough disappointment forone day. I'm sure it was something my mother didn't really want to talkabout either anyway.My mother and I talked for a while. Ian looked me up and down, and pursed his lips and nodded in approval that I'd worn a skirt as he'd told me too. "Sit down" he said looking into my eyes "that screw is no bother" I could see that raw animal sexuality in his eyes as I sat. We talked for about 5 minutes about the usual mudane subjects, whilst he sucked thoughtfully on his second cigarette squinting slightly and screwing his face up with every draw. He stubbed it out in the ashtray which was nailed to the desk, and then out of. She crawls towards him and settles, inches away. They are so close together now, facing one another, and he is waiting for the her to speak first, to make the first move because he knows what he wants, but he is unsure of her intention. Her hand reaches out to touch his face, craving contact with him. She wipes her fingers over the smudge of dirt on his cheek. She is sure, quiet, she needs no words for this. She slides closer, hooking her legs over his, straddling him, pulling herself into his.