Except for that, the backpack was ready to go. I went over and brushed off the flannel side of the sleeping bag, turned it over on the table and did t...e same to the outside. I turned it again, making another check to make sure nothing had been picked up from the table's surface. Zipped, folded and rolled up like I knew what I was doing, the bag fit snugly alongside the tent in the backpack.That left only the wet clothes I'd been wearing when I came awake as Cooper James for the first time, and. .. he moved on to greener pastures. Generally ... those pastures were shaved and not a single one of them was green ... yellow, black, brown, or red in every conceivable shade and seldom did the carpet match the drapes ... the evidence of greenness was soon gone ... the pastures were happy ... the cows contented.James stretched himself past his expectations, but the pastures still had to be ... eaten? He spread his largess far and wide and the expectations became expecting. He couldn't do the. I didn't think you'd want to hear him... uh... well... so I deleted that part too."Victoria remained silent for a few moments, she needed to be sure she'd be able to listen to the tape and not break down. While reaching for the 'play' button, she thought back to how loud the shot rang out that fateful night, and how happy and free she had suddenly felt when she had closed 'that' door. She gulped the remainder of her wine, signalling Gianni to pour some more in her glass, and then she pressed. When they left the apartment for Bari's, she was wearing blue jeans that nicely showed off the supple curves of her hips and a tight blue shirt that stretched over her pert breasts. As he drove them to the restaurant, Jeff noticed the clear impressions of her luscious nipples, hardened by the night air, against the shirt's fabric. He knew it was something that would terribly embarrass Catherine if she noticed it but Jeff remained quiet. For what struggling college studentsand starving artists.