"No…I think I liked how you always called me 'girl,' and you seemed kinda... bad boyish, and then the good music taste is always a turn on."He think...s for a minute. "Yeah, makes sense. So what happened?" "Well I never thought you'd do anything about it… There was that night when we were in your basement until like five am listening to records and all we did was talk. Never thought you were into it." "Really." "Really!" "Well, shit." I look at him. "What?" "I never thought you were into it! And. He was so glad he'd stopped feeling sorry for himself and got on withdoing stuff that he enjoyed again. It felt great to revel in his manhoodonce more; great to feel so proud of himself and strong. In fact, herealised, that this was the first time he'd really felt at peace sinceall this started. He knew who he was now and he wasn't struggling againstit. He was looking for the good in it and enjoying it for what it was.He was a hard working class man, fit and strong, who did his best fromdawn. Carter?’ she queried. ‘Yes, I’ve come to do some work for Mrs.Blye-Smyth.’ ‘I know,’ she replied, ‘I’m Meredith Blye-Smyth.’ I almost shamed myself by blurting out something like, ‘But you’re not old enough,’ but managed to stop myself in time. We shook hands and then she stepped out onto the front steps and looked up. ‘It’ll snow before morning,’ she said, then stepping back into the hallway went on, ‘Let’s go down to the kitchen, we do most of our living there. It’s warm and I’ve got a meal. ”“I’ll ask. I can’t imagine he would say no.”“What would you think if Ellen had sex with him? He’s the kind of man that I think I could let her be with.”“I can hardly tell him no women when he lets me have you.”“I’m not asking you to be fair. I’m asking how it would make you feel. I wouldn’t ask it if it made you feel bad.”“I’ll think about it and let you know. We don’t have time to talk it out. Now go take a shower so you don’t smell like my pussy when you’re romancing that girl. I’m just.