I’d sit on my deck at night and enjoy the quiet. There was a house right next to me. The woman who lived there aroused my interest, all though I did...’t see her that often. She was a big woman about 6 feet tall, with reddish brown hair and a full breast. Not to say she was fat, but just big boned with nice legs and a slim waist. When I saw her she was always wearing a business suit, for her work, I imagined. She waved to me once in a while, but never said anything. I couldn’t help wondering. She was an insatiable lover. Lazily, he stood up and walked over to a mirror on the wall and a pan of water.He splashed idly at his face knowing that the water could not cool because the humidity would not allow evaporation. His face was strong and dark -- typically Lebanese. But, it had a European look to it, too. Because he was a child of Western corrupted Arabs, he almost saw his handsome Western features as a flaw -- an ugly disfigurement. Yet, combined with his 6'3" frame, he somehow. Thinking it deserved investigation, he got off the highway at the next exit and made his way to the cell tower. He got on his radio and reported what he was doing. The dispatcher calmly made a note of it in the log book. Patrolman Gonzales had never driven through that area before. There were several neighborhoods crowded together that had no roads connecting them. He could see the cell tower, but finding the right road took him a good five minutes.By the time he arrived, the gate to the fence. On top of that, she had the same hobbies that Michael and I did. All through college, people would have identified Michael as my best friend, and in a lot of ways he was. But if anyone asked ME who my best friend was, it was Lynn.Of course, this meant that I was in that dreaded "friend zone." And although for the first couple of years I hoped that Michael and Lynn would choose to separate amicably, it was soon easy to see that they loved each other incredibly and I had no chance. I never voiced.