Figuring there was no point in trying to, I said, "I hope so!" We should have a little discussion about how often you should go over there. You don't ...want to make a nuisance of yourself. She can come here you know." Only if she can bring her bedroom!" Haha. Nevertheless, I know if you or Julia are left to choose, you'll be over there every evening. I can just imagine you two concocting a 'fair' system: where she invites you over on odd days, and you invite yourself on even days. I think not.. We hit the dance floor and he immediately broke out inthese funky, epileptic-on-a-sugar-high dance movesand I had to stifle my giggles. Thank God he was cuteand I was horny. I put my back to ‘Mr. GQ,’ my face towhere I knew he stood, watching, waiting. With my feetslightly apart, I closed my eyes and slowly beganmaking slow circles with my hips with the music. Mr. GQ walked up behind me and began mimicking me,molding his body to mine. When the singers voicepicked up speed my hips. The random hugs, the occasional "I love you" when we were home alone. I realize now, you never said it in front of anyone else, it was always something between you and I. I missed so many of the little signs you had given me that I wouldn't be rejected. But, sadly, it's too late to change any of that. If I had it to do all over again, I would do so many things differently. I made my bed, now I must lie in it, forever. I have to atone for the pain I caused. It's my burden, and some days, I truly. Brawn around all day. He has been going to different places frequently. He knows people are after him and doesn’t stay in one place too long. I follow him back to his roach motel. He goes inside and I turn on the audio bug I planted on him. He calls for an escort. I decide this would be my point of entry. I wait 10 minutes.I walk up to door and knock. Mr. Brawn comes to the door quickly expecting a hooker. When he opens the door, I shove the door open pulling one pistol and holding it to his.