I answered with a grin.I think our next…eh, ‘project’ will cheer you mature Funny right up.She read me like a book.Would you like a soda I asked standing up going to my cooler ,she said yes.I could see her checking out my body when I walked back handing her a drink.I nodded, growing redder.She tried to keep her head down through the meal, but couldn’t help looking up to see who was watching.Goddammit, why did they have to be so ripped?He wished they could see Hairy it.Shindo!He remembered the time granny he had used this aphrodisiac on a girl he had strapped to the chair.I remember it clear as day she said, Drop ‘em. Maybe he’s messing with your head, because he’s sooo... she couldn’t find the right words, but I knew what she meant. You’re just confused 'cause he tells you he loves you. Rach, no, Hairy he’s not messing with my head, and I’m not confused anymore! What we have is not infatuation. I’m in love with him. I love granny him just as much as he loves me, I said with more self-assurance every time I mature admitted how I felt. Oh come on, Funny stop saying that! she pleaded. That’s just the truth, and you’re gonna have to accept it! I told her matter-of-factly. So, that’s it, we’re done. Just like that? she asked, still not wanting to believe it.