The trip to Minnesota was long, quite, and predictably uneventful. My parents engaged in chit-chat, discussing their summer plans, and excitement to s...e Alex and have her home. I spent most of the trip looking out the window and daydreaming about all the fun that summer months would bring. Freedom of homework and tests, cute girls in bikinis at the swimming hole, sneaking beers from my dad’s mini-fridge, and maybe even losing my virginity to my girlfriend.Finally, after what felt like an. We arrived at the restaurant, an intimate littleitalian place, and were seated at a cozy table for two. As we hadnowhere specific to be for a while we ordered some champagne andenjoyed the feeling of freedom and intimacy as the bubbles went toour heads a little. You were delighting in the flirting andseduction and had dressed accordingly, a low cut summer dress withdelicate straps which revealed your neck and chest along with alittle of your breasts which was obvious to me as I sat close. Among the 500-700 some odd pictures, I came across five pictures that left me mesmerized as I tried to remember the scene in the photo, but I honestly could not remember that exact shot, but that seemed okay, because there were so many photos that did not jar my memory to that exact place and day. The five pictures I am speaking of were as follows:The first was a black and white shot in the back yard of our house, and you can see my older sister waving in the foreground, she looks about 9. After four rings, his phone went to voicemail. She immediately called him back. This time, he picked up just before the voicemail.“Where are you? I’m worried sick,” she blurted out as soon as he said hello.“Sorry. I took a cab to Mom’s and got my bike. I had to pull over to answer the phone.”“Why didn’t you let me and Nathan know? He’s worried about you too, because you didn’t show up in class.”“Can you let him know everything’s okay?”“That would be lying,” Ella responded. “What’s going.