“Whew…that rain is cold,” she said.“Yes, it is,” he said looking down. She sat next to him on the bench noteven attempting to cover her self... He was having a hard time keeping hiseyes off of her chest. Just then the bus pulled up, he got up to get onso she followed. He of course let her go first, the bus driver, a man ofabout 50 and nice looking gave her a sly smile never taking his eyes offher chest. She went to the back of the bus and sat down. He sat towardsthe front away from her…She was. I’m trying so hard to be good, to not touch you, I promised I wouldn’t, and yet you seem to be trying your hardest to push my endurance to its limits. I don’t understand you sometimes. I don’t understand myself. *** Sitting on the beach again you reach out and push me. I know what you’re trying to do. I want to grab your arms and pull you on top of me. But I don’t. I promised. Besides, in 20 minutes my parking runs out and I’ll need to move the car. I know the moment you touch me I’ll lose. I even offered to pay him back for my six years of education - but he said he would take no money from me.Then the telegram came telling me about Gary's death. Heart-attack it said.Why did I go to the funeral you may wonder? So do I. Its not like I cared for Gary. Hell, I think mother and I would have done fine without him. Certainly I would not have been able to go to University and get my great job, but I am sure we would have been happy. Or perhaps I did it out of respect - he had mother, he. ”“Add in Maria Cristina changing your relationship, and I think everything makes sense. Shall we go get Jess? We have to leave for the wake almost immediately after we get back.”There was no family dinner, one of the rare times we’d canceled, because everyone was going to the wake to support Lieutenant Nicholson’s family, the firefighters, and most importantly for me, Tom, Bethany, Nicholas, and Bobby. Nicholas was taking it pretty hard, but Stephie had spent lots of time with him and that had.