Are you eating enough?’ Mina laughed and brushed his hands off. ‘Of course I do. I’m a chef.’ He tsked and nudged her chin with one hand. ‘I... know you make food for everyone else, sweetheart, but I never know if you eat it yourself.’ ‘Occasionally, Dad.’ ‘And who’s this, now?’ He turned to Drew with a smile as he slung an arm around his daughter’s shoulders. ‘Dad, this is Drew Stamenski. Drew, my dad, Carl Jenkins.’ ‘Hello, Mr. Jenkins. I’m so happy to meet you at last.’ Drew stepped forward and. Those hips... while I... bumped that pretty bottom." Um, hum," she said, looking at me up and down as best she could with me seated in my SUV."Well, let me tell you something, hon," she said in a conspiratorial tone. "Nobody... but NOBODY..." here she stabbed her stiffened right index finger at the tip of my nose, "holds these hips and bumps this bottom unless they make satisfactory payment in advance."Huh? She was a... ?"And don't even think about it. I'm not a hooker, babe!" Then what kind. ??Ha ha. I'd have to ask his permission for that.??Do it right and he'll be wrapped around your little finger, so I'm nottoo worried. Look, you've been kinda craving this for years. Just bitethe bullet and put out a craigslist if this doesn't work.??We've been through this.??Yeah, yeah, I know. Plus he's pretty cute. And muscular. I want himto pin me down and fuck me senseless too. But I am unhappily ten statesaway otherwise I'd be jumping your claim...? There was a pause; ?Look,I've. ’ He smiled and nodded, pleased at the thought of their quiet winter hibernation together. But she seemed less comfortable with the notion. ‘I’m not used to sharing. I don’t much like people,’ she said, ‘I like to have my space.’ ‘I understand,’ he said, ‘But don’t you get lonely?’ ‘I used to, at first. I used to find the quiet deafening, ringing in my ears and demanding I break it. But when you listen, you see that it’s not really silent at all. Now, anything louder than a crashing wave I.