He nodded when the kiss was done, squeezed my hands.Nodded again, pulled on his clothes with short, angry motions, watching mewarily. As he scuffed on...his shoes I brushed my hair with long even strokes,inclining my head so its golden mass fell clear of my shoulders. By then itwas almost long enough to touch the small of my back.Uncertainty dragged at his every move as he went towards the door, I saw himin the mirror, his eyes following the line of my body, the length of mylegs."We're going to. "Yeah I'm fine. Actually it was my Mother who was ill. But she's fine now." Oh well I'm glad she is and I'm very glad you're back."He stood in front of Callie very close to her. His hand lightly rubbed her arm but she quickly moved away. David was disappointed that this beautiful girl kept denying him. No other girl he'd met had ever played hard to get with him as Callie Adams."Well I guess I'll let you get back to work," David said as Callie entered her office.She took one last look at him. ”Millie nodded towards her apartment. “So…?”Eric blinked. “Now? You mean you want to make the recipe now?”She pouted her lip aside, nodding with a shrug.He paused for momentary thought. “Okay,” he finally said and took a step towards her. As soon as her eyes dropped downward, he instantly caught himself and added, “Shoes.”So, at half-past ten at night, Eric found himself putting on his sneakers only to take them off ten seconds later as he entered Millie's apartment, then joining her at the. "Isn't that going to be an awful lot of -- activity?" she asked."Yeah. It's going to be tough, I guess. But I figure it's short-term, and I'm gonna be all alone up there, and the busier I am, the quicker the time will go by!" You're working Saturdays, too?" Not at the station, no. But at the school, yeah, all day." Sunday?" Sunday's are free. Except I'll eventually be the station manager. I guess that might involve an occasional interruption, on a Sunday." You're going to be exhausted!" I was.