He was more comfortable this time it being his third visit. He smiled to himself as he looked at the arcade and saw several men jingling tokens in the...ir hands. Gus wandered over to the DVD section and began to peruse the videos. ‘Mr. Cook isn’t it?’ a not so strange voice asked. ‘Yes, do I know you?’ Gus replied after being startled. ‘I’m Julien I work the front desk where you are staying.’ ‘Oh sure now I recognize you. How are you?’ ‘I’m good Mr. Cook. What brings you to this side of town?’. "I hadn't expectedto see you here."What did she mean by that? She knew that I was Biene's friend. Or did shemean that I was wearing a skirt? She'd already seen me several times ingirl clothing. Or did she mean that I was at my girlfriend's houselooking like a girl?Biene went into the bathroom and repaired her make-up. When she came backout with a motion of her head she made it clear to me that I needed to dothe same. Dutifully I followed her behest.Now developed a typical girl conversation.. She’d fed me every day for a week now and for that, I was truly grateful.I set to work with a light heart, losing myself in the swish of the brush and the smell of the paint. It was satisfying to watch the ugly stains disappear beneath clean white strokes and, while working, thoughts of Jake were obliterated as completely as the marks on the wall: his belittling rants erased, put-downs wiped out, and fists stilled. I felt alive again. Whole.I was balanced on a chair reaching for the top of the. You are too important to me to ever hurt in any way,” Donald solemnly tells her.‘Too important to him?’ Emma’s heart swells hearing him say this. Never could she had imagined the directions this weekend is taking. She is astonished that she even dared to ask Donald those questions, but his honest and sincere responses fill her with such joy. And to still have pearls ahead to earn, to learn, even more, she cannot wait.Donald looks at the clock and sees it is now nine o’clock, he cannot.