Rick had just spent twenty minutes in a meeting with a banker younger than him, one of those preppy types who expected to rule the world in a couple y...ears. Rick explained over and over again that he just wanted safe investments, but the banker had kept trying to sell him some sketchy high-profit derivatives, until finally Rick had to threaten to literally just take his excess cash and shove it under a mattress. God, he hated dealing with people."Rick? Rick Dinsmore?"He wheeled his head around,. In a flash, I have moved, grabbed the rope, and come around your blind side, grabbing your hair tightly, and turning your head to mine, to pin our lips together again. The shock of it, catches you off guard, and you rock a bit, fearing to fall off, as my other arm comes around your waist, catching you, and making you steady in place again.Once you're steady, I begin coiling a noose behind your back, occasionally leaning forward and burying my face in your hair, to smell you again. I slip the. I’ll make up some excuse, then be back to get dressed. In the meantime, would you do something about that bed you messed up, please?” Ben pointed a finger at his chest, shrugged his shoulders, the accepted that the mess, like a lot of other things around their house, was something that he’d have to take responsibility for. As he watched Amy’s swaying hips floating down the hall, he told himself that it was a small price to pay, considering how much warmth, love, and happiness she’d brought into. I took her words to heart, because I knew that she was right. I excelled in high school. My marks were excellent and I was on the swimming team (I was tired of baseball). Of course Angie would come to all of my meets and cheer me on. Even if I had a really bad showing at a meet, just seeing and riding home with Angie would make me feel so much better. ‘Billy, we didn’t do so well tonight, but we are going to work hard and do better tomorrow.’ It was never you, it was always ‘WE’. I did date.