She whispers exactly those things I want to hear. She says, “I need you inside me.” She tells me, “Give me your cock.” She begs me, “Take me... and fuck me hard.” It is as if she can see inside my mind. She knows what turns me on. She is perfect, in every way in which I personally define perfection. She’s so perfect. Can someone so exactly mirroring my fantasies be real? She seems real and not real at the same time. Let's back up and start from the beginning. I’ll tell you about my first time with. Today’s been a good day.”“And I’m ruining it by asking about it!” she said, anguished. “I’m sorry.”“Don’t apologize. I can’t think of a better way to keep my spirits up than getting a phone call from Scarlett Johansson. I never really forget about it, but sometimes good things push it away from my attention for a little while. This is one of those moments.”“That’s sweet of you, ” she told me gratefully. “I know Chris is planning to call you later. He said he has some news for you about April. I. Unlike Steve's experience, Kathy alsogot a nice tote to carry her old things home in.Amanda was very experienced in these situations, and knew she needed to"walk her down the aisle" so to speak to get Kathy ready to meet Sophie. "I don't know if Jennifer told you, but we also saw your husband Steveearlier this week."Kathy said, "Yes, she mentioned it. He's such a boring guy, I'm sure ahaircut is an in and out thing for a salon this sophisticated. How did helook?" I'm glad you asked, Kathy,". “So, you’re Dee’s kid, must be fucked up finding your long lost mother and shit”, she askedClearly Faith wasn’t one for pulling punches. Crass as she was, I knew right away the I liked her.“ It definitely is weird, I’m still trying to adjust.” , I answered right back“Yeah, if my Mom ever came back and took me away, I don’t know…,” Faith trailed off looking blankly at her home across the lane, “ fuck it..”We sat there in an awkward silence for awhile, Faith took a swig of her beer and emptied.