.. home.”As I walked up the curved stairs to the mid-level, both Kaleigh and Lynette harmonized on the beautiful chorus:“It’s been a long day, w...thout you my friend.And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again.We’ve come a long way, from where we began,Oh, I tell you all about it when I see you again.When I see you again.Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.When I see you again ... When I see you again ... When I see you again.”When Lynette finished playing and singing, she paused for a moment with. ‘I just couldn’t stand you feeling that way. You’re too amazing to be depressed.’ To that she just smiled and told me how sweet I was. Mind you, she was not the weepy type. In fact, she always tended to be the most upbeat, and exciting person in a group. However, like most young, insecure women, she had her ‘down days,’ as she called them, where she just couldn’t help but feel sorry for herself and her lack of a romantic life. We finally lay down on the chairs, her on top of me, exploring each. His job teaching English as James Polk High school was not too bad, it paid enough for his lifestyle, the benefits were good, and he was looking forward to an early retirement at age 52. At 29 years old the fact that the best part of his life was thinking about retirement in 23 more years never seemed to strike him as odd. Steve was six feet tall, dark haired handsome and in good shape. Some of the young male teachers had problems with girl’s getting crushes on them, but not Steve, something. You paraded to the middle of the window and turned your back towards me, looking over your shoulder with that come hither look. Slowly turn your head around in the other direction and repeated that look, giving a more smoldering look. Twisting around with the music and back to face me, you swayed with the tune. Hips swaying in a slow rhythmic beat, the dance was mesmerizing. Your hands reaching up to the ceiling, then down your luscious body giving yourself great pleasure. Rotating to have.