<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry knew that something was wrong when Ivy sat up with a face like she had to bite into a ton of sour lemons and wrapped the cover around her. Even in the short time he had developped already some antennae for her mood and her feelings and he expected the worst. That she might have thought over it at night and that there was no chance that this could work. Or that he wasn't the type of guy she wanted to spend her life with. Something like that, but not at all something like she told him. Her confession shocked him more than he would have believed and this time he couldn't control his features. His face displayed the deep shock he was in. Not so much because she told him that she had wanted his money, but mostly because he had again misjudged her and it hurt his own ego a lot more than her missteps in the past. Jerry knew that this confession had not at all been easy for her and that she told him on the first morning just showed how much she wanted to start over with him. He was more than willing to forgive her, but...<br/><br/>Jerry's mind raced, but it was an oval, he always returned to the point were he had started. He had to tell her his secret too, but unfortunately her confession allowed him not to do so now. 'Honey, I must confess I expected it from you and that was the reason I was in the club. I am from CPS and...', no he couldn't tell her now. He had to do what he had planned already tonight, talk to Samantha, get Ivy from his desk and then he could tell her. Best with the news that she was off the hook from CPS too. That would be the right time and then she may forget him his snooping. Hopefully... <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I...I don't hate you, Ivy. And I am not mad at you. You're a single mom with a shit job, it would be a wonder if you would get along well all the time. I can't say that I approve of what you did, but I understand it and I don't condemn you for it. And I still want a relationship with you, Ivy. But..."</span><br/><br/>He paused for a long time and only when he saw the panicked look in her eyes, he realised that she must believe now he would walk away. He put his hand on hers and squeezed it lightly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"No, it's not what you believe. I won't walk away, Ivy. It's just, I haven't been totally open to you, too. I have a secret too and I wanted to tell you this morning...but now, I can't. It would probably destroy what we just started and that wouldn't be fair. I have to change some things first, before I can tell you. Because then you may understand me... now you won't."</span><br/><br/>Jerry knew that he shouldn't take the shower at her place now. Her naked body in the shower would only arouse him again and that would be the worst thing that could happen. If he told her later his secret she would believe that he used her like a prostitute. No he had to leave her alone now. As hard as it was...</div>