“That would be a sight for sore eyes,” she replied, “So, Peter, we keep meeting at these things. I still know almost nothing about you besides w...at you do and who you work for. What’s up?”And that led to a rather fun conversation. I found myself learning a lot more than I expected about Melissa Parsons. Most important, I noted that she was quite upfront about being romantically unattached. I responded by making sure she was aware of my similar status, which seemed to pique her interest further.. "You know I don't really like soccer. I think I'll stay here and rest for tonight." Clara glanced at Jake, then back at Matt."I think I'll stay here and rest too."In the afternoon, I decided to talk to Clara. So, I went to knock on her door. She was sitting on her bed, leaning against the wall, looking visibly upset and sad. I sat down beside her."Do you want to talk about it?" No," she replied. "He's an idiot."I remained silent for a few seconds and finally answered."Yes, he is. He doesn't. ''Well we're both to blame for that.'' she told me.She got to her feet and much to my disappointment allowed my hands to drop from her breasts, she walked through to the lounge and joined Bobbie on the sofa as I watched from the doorway. Mom nestled into the corner of the couch as Bobbie cuddled into her, I couldn't help but smile as Bobbie's hand found a resting place on Mom's boob. Like brother like sister, I thought to myself. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Faye, I mentioned. I could barely wait for rehearsal to end. As soon as we were done, I hopped in my Civic and sped toward the nearest mall, praying that I would make it there before the stores closed. I arrived with only five minutes to spare. I hurried, trying hard not to run, toward the nearest store which sold blank books. It was one of the many southwestern stores in the mall, so there was not too much of a selection, but I found one which captivated me immediately, and I knew that Claire would like it. I.