And last, but far from least, Tom (an older fellow who was near thirty!) who played and taught masterful guitar. Add to these 'musicians', Keith with ...is marvelous sense of irony... and a young Latvian refugee (whose name I never learned to pronounce) that filled the air with dark, poetic laments over the post World War II loss of his country.A truer conglomeration of mutually supportive, mixed levels of knowledge and expertise, couldn't be imagined.We'd gather, usually atGeorge's apartment. I turn to my right and see you. Your back is to me. I smile. I love the way your hair spills on the pillow under your head. I turn on my side to look at you. You neck is exposed more than normal and I trace it with my eyes. I start at the first part of skin visible under your hair. I follow it down, slowly. To your shoulders. Then down your spine to just above your lower back where the sheets lay across you. Your skin is incredible. Beautiful and perfect. I stare at your back for several. " Poor you. I need an independent test for the performance." This is just a sheet of fabric, and I've had it tested a hundred times when they were developing it. I can send over a report in the morning, and then have a sample made up, and tested again. This is great. I'll retool the factory with updated equipment. We'll still have capacity, but will have more than enough to justify all three sites. You've just lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. When are you going to visit Orlando next, so I. I ran to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot because I know how much Tasha loves coffee in the morning and ran back into the bedroom and dove under the covers. Tasha shrieked and jumped out of bed when my feet touched her legs. “My god Krista what is wrong with your feet?” She asked sitting back down on the bed. “It snowed last night and I forgot to put on slippers.” I said through chattering teeth. She laughed at me knowing that I must have ran outside to get things. She took my feet in.