.He ordered a beer and made his way to a table where he could watch the comings and goings of the bar. He sat six foot tall with blond hair and deep b...lue eyes, whilst he could not be described as athletic nor could he be described as plump. He was not confident around girls because he had been abused as a child by his dad and mum. In fact he had been pleased when his mother had him adopted at the age of twelve, his adopted parents were totally different and turned out to be loving caring. “Yeah, good job Daddy!” Mattie shouted. “Yay! Mr. Ben is our daddy now!”Laura pulled her into our hug and said, “You bet he is, baby!”Laura suddenly realized she hadn’t even looked at the ring. She reached for it to slip it on and her jaw dropped. “Oh my God, Ben! This must have cost a fortune!”The ring was a solitaire 1.6-carat diamond set in a white gold mount. She was right, it wasn’t an inexpensive mall variety ring even after the nice discount my friend gave me. I would have spent less on. It was shocking at first, but repeated and deliberate explanations made it clear. True artists and visionaries made the best creations, not within the confines of relaxation and serenity, but only when the work was forged against the anvil of distress and turmoil. Or something like that. And apparently, there was no purer distress and turmoil than sex. According to Mr. Hunley, if you could get things done despite the huge distractions of your animal instincts, you had a gift. “True, fiery. - But we don’t! – Matthew giggled in response.- Let me to the door, bastards! – She flared up.Having heard an offensive word Max caught her by the throat:- What did you call us, bitch?The woman stared at him frightened and dropped the bags out of her hands which I picked up by some instinct. Her legs became weak and Max pressed her slightly to the wall of the bus.- She’s a hottie! – Matthew whispered to me goggling at her hips and breast.- Guys, please, let me go, I have to… - She asked.