I started thinking about last night again and how I could get a repeat performance; I came up blank. I leisurely strolled along the tree lined street ...ack to my temporary home. It had gotten a lot warmer, now that most of the clouds had dissipated. Things were also drying out quite rapidly; you could hardly tell it had rained the previous two days. As soon as I left the shade and onto the lot, the heat felt more like late July than June. I change from my jeans and back into a pair of. The heat of her shame and anger seemed to bring the room’s temperature up a hundred degrees and the suddenness of her movement sent Deres up and away as quickly as he could to give her room. She grabbed the patterned quilt and used it to try to cover herself before looking down at it and realizing how pointless modesty was at this point. She tossed it away, more angry at the fact that her soul still felt more bare than her body than anything else. She glared at him, the decorum her mother. It only gets better from now on, trust me.” ****************** ******************** The next night we met at a restaurant after work to have dinner. We traded events of the day, and I noticed that she had four glasses of wine to my single glass. I asked if she was celebrating something unknown to me. “I’m just really thirsty. Aren’t you a little thirsty tonight?” she asked with a little grin. When we arrived at our apartment she took my hand and led me straight to the bathroom. Her fingers. I gave her a quick rundown on the conversation I had about her case with Sally. She began to thank me and grabbed my left hand in both of hers. She brought it up to her mouth and kissed it, saying 'Thank you, ' with a tear in her eyes.She then asked me about my situation, but I told her I didn't want to talk about it. She didn't press me about it at all. That's just the kind of person she was. Why any man would beat a woman like this instead of make love to her is beyond me. She just seemed.