” She spoke softly and smiled.I nodded.“It’s going better than I thought it would, to be honest. I usually work with someone else so, trying to ...do a job this size on your own I thought it may be a push to get it done in just a week, but it’s gone well. No problems. Yet – anyway!” I laughed.Claire Musgrave laughed too. Loudly. Far too loudly.“There was going to be one big problem in a moment,” she thought to herself.“Do you live here too?” I asked just to make polite conversation.Claire smiled. I WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH HER SOOOOO BAD!!! But would not even flirt with her in that direction because I knew from office chatter she had a really bad break up a year earlier was was NOT looking for a relationship, that and well she was way to hot for me to even try. I was just happy being her friend and the fact she actually talked to me.After about six months she asked me if I wanted to go to the movies over the weekend, we had become such good "talk buddies" it did not occur to me it could. She was able to turn on her side, and even to pull herself up into a sitting position, but that was all she could do. In these moments of activity, she was so painfully clumsy that I feared she might hurt herself. I felt content that she was comfortable with me. There was no shyness in her demeanor. That was a bit strange, considering the fact that we met only a couple of days ago. I had to prepare a special diet for her, to dress her, to bathe her, to carry her to the bathroom if she needed to. We eventually moved in together and that was all that I hoped it would be. There was only one thing hanging over our relationship, and there was nothing really to be done about it. Jesse wanted to be a star. She wanted a hit record and to hear her songs on the radio, to play in front of thousands of adoring fans rather than dozens. And the truth was that I felt she was talented enough to make it, if only the right person would hear her play. But the problem was that I knew that would tear us.