I mean really what else can she do? I'm not Mr. Popular. Idon't do much besides watch TV, play video games, watch Phillies gamesand read comics. So sh... takes away my TV watching and video game playingfor a few months. I can handle that.I started to relax and whipped the tears from my eyes. I sat up andremoved my head from Michael's chest. Things will be fine. There is onlyso much trouble I can get into. I thought to myself."You got some ice cream on your face," Michael said. I was so. We've been fooling around for a couple of months now, and I can tell you there is not one tan line on this girl. She tans in the buff! She has even told me she gets herself off in the tanning booth. "Julie, we have a problem" I say as she shuts the door and makes her way to the chair in front of my desk. "What's wrong Pete? Did I mess something up on the order I wrote the other day?" She seems like she is a little scared, so I decided to let her down easy. "No, I'm horny as hell and it's. I looked over at the passenger seat and imagined the skates, sitting there, minding their own business, waiting to be delivered to their owner. I imagined them to be excited, eager to go back on the feet that had ridden in them over those countless miles of smooth pavement while the little girl in them became a young woman.Then I imagined the skates becoming Veronica Powers, sitting beside me, unimaginably thankful that I had recovered one of the totems of her journey to adulthood. Well ... not. For that she in theory left via Dover, her passport actually presented by Nan as she left, in a wheelchair making a lot of fuss! She, returning via friends with a yacht and a transfer to our cruiser mid channel, so in theory she had vanished, in Europe Nan returning by Eurostar on her own. Faze 1 was over. We could now lose her body in the orchard where she had been asking to be buried, without fuss, without registration or ceremony, just as she wanted. It was towards the end of August that.