“But you are the most beautiful woman I know Mom,” David whispered.Michele let out a little laugh.“Don’t be silly David; I’m an old lady! Wh...at about all those gorgeous young girls at school; I’ll bet even some of your teachers are hot,” Michele smiled, trying to diffuse the tension.“The girls at school don’t have your class Mom; they don’t dress nice like you; they don’t wear makeup and perfume you like you.”David blushed a deep crimson.“They don’t wear nice nylons and high-heels like. ” “What?” I locked my eyes with hers. “At any second, my want to feel your skin on mine... huh... to smell you... to taste you, is going to get the better of me.” “Steve, come on. sit, just sit...” I tipped on my heels. I was clawing and scrambling at the edge of an expanding rabbit hole, knowing full well that the next few hours would change my life. “I have wanted you... I have loved you for the longest time. Now here you are, sitting in front of me, more beautiful than I have ever seen you,. "I must agree that you're an author," she said at one point. "Or a professional typist of some kind. You're as fast as I am." Umm," was his only response. He was intent on the screen. He never looked at his fingers.Then, quite suddenly, the tapping of keys stopped. Lou Anne was giving Ambrose his evening snack, just before bedtime. She had him sleep before taking him to the sitter's, because that made it easier for him to go back to sleep when he got there. He was hard to wake up. She usually. I answered an add on Craigslist (I know, I know, but honestly I was desperate) from someone asking for a roommate to split the rent, so the rest it pretty obvious. I replied, got a green light to move in, and headed over with my stuff.The apartment was nice, spacious with a good sized kitchen, but its best feature was my roommie."Wow," Jenna said with a smile, "it's been a while Keith." Jenna was a friend of mine in high school, and she'd told me off the bat that Rachel was a bitch. Jenna had.