He started to explain "But she's my..."Heather cut him off "She knows who I am Bob. I said I was ready. Let's go. I want to take a shower and get all ...his salt water off of me." She picked up her towel and stood, waiting for her Uncle to figure out she had just changed the rules and wanted him to take her back to the house instead of teach her to surf.Bob was still trying to figure out where he fell off the turnip wagon. Why had she called him Bob instead of Uncle Bob? Then he realized she was. She really didn't know me. I was a much different person than I was five years ago ... and so was she. Was she deluding herself? Did she think I was the same Bret Dawson who she had loved long ago? Was I deluding myself? What did I know about the Becky sitting next to me? She must have changed too. She was more beautiful — looking more like a woman than a girl, and her blonde hair was shorter. She did have the same wonderful smile and sense of humor, but what about her interests? Did we even. This party was held at my friends Steve house when I was only fifteen or sixteen. Steve parents had a pool and a really nice house, Steves room had its own bathroom and was pretty large and set way back from the rest of the house. Me, Steve, Rick and Bill had gone out cruising in Bill's car looking for girls with no luck. It was about 12:30 or 1:00 am when we got back. We strolled thru the house and several people were passed out on the couch and floor. It is always funny to see your parents. That you at least stood up and admitted it."She was silent. It was a huge miscalculation and she knew it. Should have known it all along."Twenty thousand dollars. Not bad. They said you opened it only four years ago. Incredible." It was..." she began but he waved his hand to cut her off."I don't want to know. It doesn't even matter."He reached for his bag underneath the seat in front of him and pulled out a small notebook."Strike One: two years after we moved in together. An overnight party at.