Capice?” using the Italian term for understand.“Thank you for letting me know and your condolences. Yes, it was a very rough time, especially the ...last year. You feel so helpless and you really are. But Tammy is now in a much better place, at least I hope so. And, to be honest, I am into Heather as well. No offense to you, but I find her the most gorgeous woman on this ship, but you are right behind her….. I guess I am like her as well. I want romance, and not a quick roll in the sack. And like. " "It says here your story "A Boy's Best Friend." Is that the title of your story?" "Yeah. It may give the impression that it's an a****l story, but it's not." "What is it about?" his mother asked, sitting on the sofa. Mack sat down close beside her. "Well, in general it's a story about this boy and his relationship with an older person. Would you like to read it? I have copies of it." "Yes, I'd like to read it very much. It must be a good story for it to be accepted for publication and. Bridget was indeed a vision of beauty in her catholic school-girl uniform. Her long straight blonde hair cascaded over the tight blouse that attempted, in vain, to hold back her D cup breasts. And Mike could not help but see how the pleated tartan mini skirt rode up extremely high on Bridget's long curvy bare thighs. Bridget sat with her legs open in the passenger seat, unaware that Mike was very interested in her body. Bridget had the kind of looks that afforded attention, her sweet pretty. A lot. However, I was committed to moving forward from my dark period, and perhaps this was just part of the process."Eileen, I don't want to stand in the way of your dreams, so I won't. At the same time, I won't lie either, and claim that I'm happy about this. But if you want to be in that band, I won't object. Just understand that I don't think I'll be attending any of your gigs in the foreseeable future."She still looked downcast and uncertain. "Again, I'll quit if you want me to." You don't.