No belligerent man, stumbling around in a threatening matter. I rang the doorbell. No answer."Marlena??!! It's me, Val!!" Still no answer.I tried the ...oor, it was unlocked. I thought that was strange, Marlena never left the door unlocked. Afraid of what I might find, I walked in. I walked into her bedroom and found her curled up with the blankets in bed. She appeared to be sleeping. Just seeing her lying there I felt a major rush between my legs. She looked really sexy. I nudged her and she. It was kind of crazy how realistic everything was, with minute details like scratches or tire marks present on the road. I turned towards my left and saw a rest stop on the side of the road. That seemed promising. I made my way across the soft, springy ground to it, laughing and spinning as I did, taking a few opportunities to dive down onto the cement and feel it squish beneath me. I heard a beautiful peal of laughter as I was lying on the ground after a particularly fun flip. I lifted propped. I picked up the receiver and stared at the touch-tone buttons for a moment, then took a deep breath, let it out and dialed the Blocks’ number. Jennifer’s mom answered on the second ring.“Hi, Mrs. Block, it’s Steve Adams. Do you think Jennifer will speak to me?”“Of course she will! She’s been hoping you would call. She’s pretty upset.”“She’s not the only one,” I said, my ire showing through.“I know it’s tough. She’s beaten herself up about this. Her dad and I thought she had told you back in. At first he kept to himself, and he seemed just as lost and lonely as I was. One night, I was lying on the couch, watching late night tv. I had opened a bottle of red wine. I was drinking my third glass of wine, when I heard banging at the front door. I looked through the peephole, and there was his friend, Ian, propping up Sam.I tied my robe on over my nightshirt.”Sam wasn’t in any shape to drive home. Hope it’s okay to bring him here,” Ian said when I opened the door. Ian was an old friend of.