If wondered momentarily if that had been an oversight or intentional, but decided not to worry about it. I choose a pair of sweat shorts and tank top,...choosing not to wear the bra he had some how managed to pack. My hair was still lightly damp, and just before leaving the bathroom, I messed it up a little.As I walked back into the living room. I found Paul sitting in the same comfy chair he had sat me in. I noticed that he had at some point removed his shirt and pants,leaving him in just his. “I was worried about you.”She saw him wince, and he said, “Ella, I don’t want to do this here.”“Do what? Talk to me, John.”“I...” He trailed off, sighed, and then sat down on the ground.Ella knelt down in front of him and asked, “What’s wrong? Just tell me.”“You may be sorry you asked,” he muttered.Irritation crept in with her concern and she asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”“Sorry,” he said, catching the change in her inflection. “I just meant it’s not good news, and I don’t know how. Mr. Geis was in his late fifties; stoop shouldered, and had the most open, friendly face I had seen in years. I immediately liked him."David," the AG said, holding out his hand. "I am very pleased to meet you. Your exploits are almost the only thing anyone wants to talk about in 'official' Washington, today. Thank you for what you did out on the street, in Knoxville, and later at the hospital. We are proud to know that America is still churning out good men."He stopped talking and turned to Mr.. "What's up here?" Eddie asked."We are", I answered, as I laid out a couple riding blankets onto the straw covered floor. "Sit down Eddie", I instructed him and he did.I lowered myself to my knees beside him and untied the knot in my shirt so that it came open. "Eddie? Have you ever touched a girl before?"In a very nervous voice he said, "No". I wrapped my hand around his wrist and pulled his hand to rest it on my chest and I leaned forward to him and we kissed. I slid my hand to his thigh and.