And I know you love your nieces." No argument there. Um, but what about Mom and Dad?" In Arizona?" Good point." That was a little far from our New Eng...land town. "And you have an ex-husband who adores them almost as much as I do." He's an airline pilot flying out of Chicago. What's he going to do, haul them around with him? That makes as much sense as hauling them around with me." Her ex, Malcolm, is a nice guy, but he's no Milquetoast. I predicted their divorce from the moment they got engaged;. Carol and I had a third, more casual date, opting for dinner at a restaurant a few towns away, and ending with some good old fashioned “making out” in my car in the parking lot next to her apartment. We both continued with our writing, she finishing hers and me beginning mine. Despite our mutual writing schedules, Carol and I were able to fit in several more “dates”, each one a little longer, a little more casual, and a lot more romantic. Carol’s apartment was in the center of town, behind. Let's talk about it...it sounds like you should be happy. I know it's complicated and I don't know anything about something like this but...what is there to cry about...you found someone to love...someone who loves you back. "But he's my son Jan...and...I can't stop myself...I want him all the time...how can I want my own son to make love to me...want my son in me...in me...?" "Look, I'd give anything to feel that way again...with anyone. You're both adults and you're in a situation that not. She would have sensed that the moment she walked in the door. Most of the other dancers were more than pretty, but surprisingly lacking in basic intelligence except when it came to making money.The audition was in front of the other girls and the security guys who stayed to watch the new girls trying-out. She watched the first two girls who were pretty enough but who had no idea how to balance on the pole or to bend over seductively without any clothing.When it came to her turn, she removed her.