Accidentally I caught a glimpse of myself in a glass-case and was astounded by the apparent looseness with which the suit hung from my skinny shoulder.... I felt myself floating like a ghost of no consistence. I shivered and hurried away from my vision toward a man who opened the massive glass-door of the bar for me. Another man showed me the way across the bar to a solitary table near the terrace. It was 7 p.m. and there weren't many guests at the bar; the staff was anxious to put everything in. It reflected her sweat soaked belly and strong athlete's thighs.The woman who called herself Angique started roaming the blonde's hips and thighs with pale, red nailed fingers. She paused on each new found spot, then traveled on."You look marvellous, Kristie", she said. "You have a great body."And, oh God, was it possible? Could things be more perfect? A slow blush rose from the girl's chest. It climbed her throat and found her adorable face.Maybe it was the blush. Maybe it was something in the. Unfortunately, Jason was into some heavy shit, reading-wise, and Roberta sensed it might prove to be too much of a distraction.She had been quite open with her son, giving him as rounded a knowledge as possible, except for getting her older brother to give him "the speech", back when he was twelve. At seventeen, Roberta knew that Jason either was awkward around girls or he never chose to bring any of them home. She wondered if he was still a virgin.So it was with morbid anticipation that she. " Do you act like Josh Thomas?" Not like he did ... before ... you know." Do you think like Josh Thomas?" Not anymore." If you do not look, feel, act or think like Josh Thomas, why do you saythat you are Josh Thomas?" Because I remember all the shitty things he did and feel like I have tomake up for them." Then you are well on your way to redemption Honey. I envy you." Really?" Yes."I look at him quizzically. I don't know if I believe him, but I do feelbetter."Now, let's finish this fine meal..