“I’m assuming rich Daddy didn’t leave Dylan wanting. You surely can’t afford that house and this studio on what you make…”“Okay, I think... that’s enough.” I interrupt her there. Did she actually know what my house looked like or was she bluffing? Either way I was done with her. I turn toward the studio entrance about to call for my assistant to help me get her out of here.“You’re probably missing him already, yeah?” She studies me closely, amused by my confusion.“Excuse me?”“I mean, he’s gone a. My wife’s ex lived on a farm, commune style, up near Tulsa on the Illinois River. He also had custody of their boy Allan. WE had custody of a fourteen year old girl. Anyway, I dreamed that Ron [the ex] was talking to a guy I’d met for maybe all of 30 seconds during a trip to return the boy Allan home. This guy, Blackie, asked me to buy a baggy from him which I turned down. I’d done enough drugs in the service to quell that need a long time ago.In the dream, Ron and Blackie were having an. "It's not magic." Kalliste smiled. "Women have been spinning thread as long as there's been cloth." This is why I joined the Co-op," Carlyn said. "I wanted to get in touch with those things that have been the province of women through all of history."Kalliste laughed. "You are welcome to it. I've spun more than my share of thread." She studied Carlyn's face, and then looked at Anna with a raised eyebrow. "I had a story I was going to tell, but now I don't think so."Anna nodded, her long face. We walked out together and I said to myself wow I just got picked up. She invited me back to her apartment to finish our making out. She told me she had much more to offer me. I totally agreed to go. She was a knock out at about 5' 7 and about 155 pounds, with nice hips. She invited me over her apartment and I agreed of course."I have much more to offer you sexy, come to my apartment." Of course I' ll come over to your apartment." When we arrived at the apartment we got more comfortable. She.