What do you like?’ She says in a considering, offhand voice. ‘So far? Your eyes. Your voice. Your shoulders and ass are looking pretty good. Turn ...around for me.’ He spins on his heel and stands in front of her, not touching. A few inches away, eyes meeting hers. She says ‘Yes, and you smell good. I like most of what I see so far. How about you? What do you like?’ He leans in and whispers in her ear ‘Dinner. I like dinner, Tara.’ Her head tilts back and she laughs. ‘I’m…I’m not sure I could eat,. As long as you wantit."It was Shannon's turn to skip heartbeats.It was almost too much to comprehend. That amazing wardrobe! Thateven had lots of "outside" outfits. Which meant Shannon would neverhave to wear boy clothes again.She started to cry."You're too good to me, Randy."Bluto thought, "Oh no. You're about to be better to me than I am toyou."But what he said was, "Oh no. You deserve better than what you'regetting from life. You're so sweet and beautiful."That was all the. "I went back to sleep and woke up at 8. I went down to the kitchen to see Jane flipping pancakes. My parents already went to work, so I guess she was hungry after they left."Hey handsome," she said. "I have a surprise for ya." You mean the pancakes?" No, we've all had that before. I have something else to show ya." She led me upstairs to where the guest room was. You would think I would know what she was going to say next.I went in the room and saw suitcases of stuff. "I moved in!" she. "Thank you, Mrs Letterman. Karl will be pleased. He takes a lot of pride in his work."Out of the corner of her eye, Mrs Letterman was watching a man, who had been sitting over the other side of the dining room, slowly rise from his chair, leaving his pretty young companion still sitting at the table, as he had done every evening since Mrs Letterman had arrived. He made his way out onto the hotel balcony where selecting his usual chair he turned it around then sat down in it facing the sunset. A.