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happened?  What the hell am I going to tell my mother?  “Hey, sweet girl what are you thinking?”
    “What am I thinking?”  Nate squeezes me while I’m lying on this chest.  We are stretched out on the couch that runs the length of one side of his plane, jet, or whatever he calls it.  “I'm just trying to decide what I’m going to tell my mother.”
    “Baby, what does it matter what you tell her or what she has to say about anything that you do with your life?”
    “You don’t understand.”
    “Please don’t assume I don’t understand how difficult parents can be.  Especially since you don’t even know anything about my father.   Why don’t you just fill me in on your mother. ”   
    “It’s not just your father that I don’t know anything about, is it Nate?”
    “We’ll get there sweet girl, just give it time.  I have faith in us.”  I look up at him.  He is such a good looking man. His honey green eyes search my face, and I know what he’s thinking.  So, without any regret I lean into him and brush my lips against his.  He swipes my lips with his tongue, and I don’t even hesitate to allow him entrance.  His kisses warm my entire body. It wouldn't even matter if I were standing in the depths of hell, I would still want to feel the warmth of his kisses.   “Stop distracting me, baby and tell me your story.”
    “Okay.”  I sit back, and I begin to tell him my story.  “My father came from a long line of cattlemen down in Oklahoma.  His name was Lane Jacobs.  I’m named after him.  Even before I was thought of, my mother had stars in her eyes.  She wanted a bigger life; she wanted something fast-paced, and Oklahoma just wasn’t it for her.  My grandmother named her Vivian for Christ sake, how can a farm girl or a rancher’s wife be named Vivian anyway.  My father was in love with my mother. She was full of life, a life that was meant to be lived elsewhere.  She talked my father into leaving Oklahoma and move to New York.  My father did.  He left the cattle business and his entire family to move to the Big Apple. 
    They had my father’s family money to live on.  My mother didn’t come from anything; her family was just normal middle class living from paycheck to paycheck. My father didn’t care for the big city life, but my mother fell in love.  She loved the lights and the people walking about at all hours.  My father traveled back and forth between New York and Oklahoma making sure everything was taken care of on the ranch.  My grandfather passed when I was just a little girl and left everything to my father.  He got his uncles and cousins to help out when he came home to me and my mother.  This went on for years.  It seemed that my mother enjoyed the time that my father was gone more than when he was home.  He spent most of the time when he was home with me, doing father-daughter things.  My mother never wanted to get involved.  She was too busy getting our name out there.  Letting them know that the Jacobs name meant something; that we had money and thick roots in Oklahoma.  New Yorkers didn’t care about that. 
    When I turned eighteen, my father bought me the house that I live in now.  Two years later he passed away from cancer.  He never told anyone.  He just lived through it.  But he wanted to make sure that I had somewhere to call home.  I think he knew that as soon as he was gone, the relationship I had with my mother would be a difficult one.  It didn’t get any better when I found that my father only left ten percent of his estate to my mother and the rest to me.  I was left control of the cattle business, the land in Oklahoma and everything else that was involved.  She has always felt that she was shafted by my father.  I signed over an additional twenty percent of my father’s estate to her just to try to shut her up, but it didn’t make her happy. 
    I never wanted any of it.  About seven years ago they found that there was