“So, what do you have going this weekend?” I finally ask Drew once I came up from my plate for a breather. “Oh, not much,” he replies. “No ...real plans.” “So, do you want to hang out with me today?” I ask, hoping for a yes, but not sure if he was ready to be rid of me for awhile. “Of course,” he beams back, seemingly thrilled by the invitation. The enthusiasm of his answer inspires me to bring up the topic that we had both had on our minds. “So, did you like this morning?” I ask him, with a. I realize the two of you aren’t getting along, but keeping her in the dark while doing God knows what, doesn’t help. Her seeing you receive this recognition will make amends and make her feel better about you.”He glanced at everyone trying to appear to not be listening. “Honey, she threw me out of the house and told me never to return. I doubt she wants anything to do with me.”“You’re wrong about that. Even if you can’t explain what you’re doing, hearing of your accomplishments, even. " He looked aghast."Are you joking?" Of course I'm joking!" I wrote in a new percentage and initialed the correction. I signed the papers and handed them to the lawyer who was standing by."I'm the majority owner with 51 percent," I said. "What I say goes. Your share is 49 percent. Agreed?" Bill smiled. It was the first time I saw his smile since I met the man."Yes, Ma'am!" You should smile more, Bill. You've got a nice smile." He did smile more and even blushed. It was so cute.Well, I. She now no longer had a bra on. How the hell did she do that? Was it some type of magical trick? Or had she practiced this move a lot for Sam? To be honest it looked like something a porn star or stripper would be able to accomplish. But a 17 year old shouldn’t know this trick. Maybe when she was 18 and had been stripping for at least six months. She raised her right hand from behind her back to reveal her bra that had been removed. I almost wanted to stand up and clap thinking it was one hell.