"It works on the weak minded women...they just melt."
He knew she already figured out the kind of person he was. A womanizer. No good trash to mothers and fathers, but the best thing that ever happened to their daughters for one night only. When they woke up in the morning, they found a black rose on their pillow and no one beside them. Thats how he worked.
"My mom used to do it alot..." She stopped smiling. "That's why my dad was a traveller: it meant he could make mom happy by never being there. But he never knew anything about me or my brother because of it."
He out a hand on her soft shoulder, feeling the contours of her muscles against the bone.
"Life works that way sometimes. I suppose some people just end up with all the glory, while the others work their entire lives. I wish I could share a little family history of my own, but I can't remember my family, and I probabaly have more children than I can count...just don't know any of them. I regret it sometimes, but when I see the next woman, I forget all of it..."