“Well, before you head back down that road, is this your house?” I gestured to the mansion on the left of the roadway, mostly hidden by trees that lined the driveway.
“That’s home sweet home,” she said.
“Nice place from the looks of it. Let’s get off this self-abuse topic and get inside,” I said.
“You done now?” Ellen asked quietly. Her hand was still in my crotch. We were parked in her garage with the car shut down. Just sitting in the dark, talking.
“Yes. I guess so. End of rant.”
A few minutes later, we were out of the car, through the garage, up the stairs and into the Great Room of her modern, massive and well-kept house.
“I’m just curious,” I said, staring at the high ceilings, the tapestry-covered walls, the heavily draped windows and the parquet floors. “But exactly how big
