‘Hi, Alex. Are you coming to the studio?’ ‘I’m on my way. Why?’ ”Cause I’m done.’ He pauses. ‘Done?’ ‘The painting,’ I say. �...�I just finished it.’ ‘Already?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Without me? I feel so left out.’ I smile because I can’t help it. ‘Well,’ I say. ‘Why don’t you come over and see it? I’m sure I can find a way to make it up to you.’ I wonder if he’s smiling back. ‘I’ll be right there,’ he says and hangs up. Alex arrives within five minutes and is already hugging me once he makes it through the. So time goes by again and now im 17 and my mom remarried some dickhead.we did not like eachother so i didnt really go around her house if he was around. he was an engineer for Galles racing. indy car team in the 80's and 90's and the driver was AL UNSER JR. so he traveled alot. so one weekend i planned on staying at their house all weekend because the dickhead was out of town. so we hung out all day. went shopping out to eat and then went home. they had a hot tub sunk in the living room floor. Now we would be able to salvage the hulls of the fiberglass boats that had previously been useless because we had no way to cut the hulls into suitable sized pieces. We would probably start with the boat that had just delivered the tools.This boat had some long, nearly flat sections which we could use to reinforce the fence around the farm. We used the diamond saw to cut panels as long as we could from semi-straight sections. This only gave us enough material for about 100 feet of fence, but we. He looked at her in amazement as he realised what had happened."Is that what that was all about? You wanted to try to be like Emily?"Her silence confirmed it. He snuggled her in closer, absent mindedly playing with one of her tiny nipples."You so have nothing to worry about there, you sweet thing. I think you might just be from different planets you're so dissimilar, but you just need to be you. I wouldn't want you any other way. You're just perfect."She positively purred as she closed her eyes.