She moaned softly as I touched her bare skin with my hands. I helped her out of her t-shirt. Pulling it over her head. I tried to unsnap her brassiere... but fumbled with the snap. She reached behind her back and unsnapped it, slipping the spaghetti straps past her shoulders. She held the bra in place for a second, and looked at me, as I took a half-step back. “It’s totally your call,” I remarked, “We don’t have to do this.” “But I want to,” she replied, dropping the bra to the floor. I stepped. Still, after reflecting, capacities rearmed & maps redrawn with borders originally assumed insurmountable extended & abbreviated alike, our strapping lad charges back into the fray, confident now he has a measure on Things, wilderness charted with no more unpleasant surprises waiting. We watch our young buck march bravely on, maintaining an impressive batting average while valiantly fighting off the twists & turns of his path with a smile on his face & song in his heart. Yet observe reader how,. There were loud raucous conversations going on inside and several groups of men and a few women standing around outside drinking and laughing. Some of the women were allowing the men to be very friendly with them. Dave sat in his truck for a moment then got out and walked slowly toward his house. As he approached the porch those talking on it stopped and watched him. He moved in a bubble of silence as he progressed toward the building. Dave was a stranger and his presence made them wonder.. ‘You’d better not be late, Sam! Our jobs are riding on this presentation!’ Her friend’s sharply worried voice penetrated the haze of discomfort and pain in which she was enclosed, and Sam sat up. Slowly. She supposed she had better see about getting ready. Maybe after a hot shower, some coffee, and a whole lot of makeup, she could pass for a human being at work today. The shower helped, and she managed to swallow two painkillers and half a toasted bagel, though it took two strong cups of black.