”“And talking to Hope?”“We started when she was little, so it was easier. That’s why I could tell her the things I did.”“Including about... the fantasy?” I teased.“That was a mistake!”“Having the feelings or telling her?”“Both, actually. Your point about not messing with your own kids is really, really important if you’re going to be as sexually free and open as you are. It would be WAY too easy to make a disastrous mistake.”“Exactly. So when you go home, make sure you tell Hope that. And why.. No penetration. No masturbation. No video, strictly stills. And absolutely no re-release. He and I get digital copies and I will be checking online for years, and if it shows up anywhere you and he will regret it. No copies for you.’ ‘Shit, Addy! I’m going to tell him exactly what you’re demanding and honestly I think you just blew a good contract for both of us. I hope you’re happy, ice bitch.’ I put down the phone, and closed and reopened the book. The words hadn’t changed. I was still. She had dark sable brown hair that she always wore up under a jeweled comb clip. Her eyes behind the gold rimmed glassed were always calm and steady, and she was gorgeous to me. She gave me butterflies every time I saw her, and I didn't know why, exactly. I stood to greet her and to get her through the Security gates. She sat her brief case and purse on the conveyor belt, and before she stepped on through stated, “I have a meeting to get to, and am late because of the traffic out there.” I had. This man was handsome, intelligent, great personality, and a good sense of humor. With a concerned look on his face he said softly, "its okay," as he stares at me. A silent moment occurred for a few seconds. "I think I know," he said calmly, as he leaned in towards me, extending his arm out to grab my hand off the desk. He grabbed my right hand and placed it on the front of his pleated khakis pants. Unexpected and shocked, I didn't know what to say or do exactly at the moment. He started.