.." Shh..." she hissed softly. "My heart belongs to someone else. You think I'm beautiful; you can hardly look at me without blushing and going mute. ... know what's been going through your mind the past few days. But you don't love me. Your heart belongs to someone else as well. Or should I say two someones?"And as he heard the words, Iordan realized she was correct. For the past two years, Mia and Mikka had been his playmates. But amid all the nights of passion and pleasure, there had been. As we rode, if we weren’t talking, I was singing. I was dredging up songs from every era I’d lived through by the second day. Connie liked the singing as much as Melosa did, so I started teaching her the words of her favorites. Connie had a sweet voice with a slight quaver to it. Her voice reminded me a little of Tammy Wynette, and amazingly, she and I harmonized together very nicely.I dredged up the Tammy Wynette songs I remembered and taught them to her. She liked ‘Your Good Girl’s Gonna Turn. She regularly stayed behind to help him set up lessons or prepare school open nights. She also flirted with him – not heavily, but small gestures or words here and there. Thomas was slightly muscled, due to using the school gym every afternoon, with short brown hair and equally brown eyes. His female colleagues often made comments about his arrestingly deep voice. The bell overhead rang, startling everyone. ‘Everybody remember your assignment is due Monday morning. Have a nice weekend.’ he. Unfortunately, you’ll have to wear your own shoes as mine will be too small for you. But I’ll try to get hold of some your size for next time.”“What do you mean, next time?” Paul asked.“Didn’t I tell you? You can pick me up next Friday evening and we can spend the whole weekend having fun. In the meantime, I want you to make sure you keep your body hair-free. You’ll do it for me if you really love me.”Paul couldn’t deny that he loved Jayne. She was his whole world, and she knew it. He drove her.