" Call me Willie," she said and began to cry again. "My floors are going to be ruined."Once more I refrained from touching her, but I thought I could ...comfort her in a better way, by minimising the damage to her beautiful hardwood floors. "I have an idea."I went back upstairs and started to undress. Her eyes widened in a "what on earth are you doing" sort of look, but I just said as I undressed, "Get all the towels, blankets, anything absorbent, and a couple of brooms. Yard brooms in the back of. "Your law partner paid me well for your share of the business. I'll be able to buy you lots of pretty clothes and there is now plenty of money for any operations you might need. Do you want me to help you dress or can you manage by yourself?" I am not wearing these fucking clothes!" I said livid with anger."Suit yourself, dear. I'm going to prepare dinner and if you are dressed, you'll eat. If not, you're going to get hungry."I missed dinner that night. I spent the entire next day trying to. It’s trivial because he will be only one day later than the first four people.”She went on to describe how she had set the enhancements up.“Do you ever use alphabetical order while training?”“Not always. It depends on what’s going on, but I have several times.”“Then I don’t see how he has a gripe. At worst, he will be one day later than some of the others, and there will be another person that will be enhanced at the same time. Even then, he and the other person will only be done after training. He couldn't help but notice her dark hairy bush barely hidden beneath. Ricks eyes quickly met hers as he heard her say, "Yes, that does seem quieter, thanks!" "Yes, anytime it sounds like that, just let me know, I'd be happy to take a look..." His voice trailed off as he tried to cover the double meaning of what he had just said. "Oh, here," Rick walked over to the deck table where he had left their smoothies, "it's an orange raspberry mix that I like to enjoy on Sunday's." "Great! Thanks!.