It's not your fault if someone guesses or figures it out. He just doesn't want you telling someone that doesn't need to know. Like Sammi!" She giggled... "Poor Sammi! She doesn't want any of this." How long have you known?" I asked. I wasn't sure what I was asking, but I just wanted to see what would come out."Since the second week we had him. He doesn't hide his thoughts in his mind as well as he thinks he does. At least not from me. Do what he says. Don't tell anyone. He wouldn't even think of. And she was very attractive, and very naked, and my other head was screaming, “Do it, do it!” I walked over to her, and extended my hand to her. She put her hand in mine, and I pulled her up. She was every bit as desirable as I had imagined. She reached up on her tip toes, and kissed me. Decision made. I reached out to embrace her, but she shivered and pushed me away. Had I misunderstood? She said, “Those wet clothes have to go, let me.” And with that she reached out and took the bottom of my. I was proud of myself for the discovery.“You know you can’t sleep with the help,” I teased.“That’s never stopped you,” she shot back.Curse her and her female logic. Didn’t she realize the rules didn’t apply to me?“Yeah, whatever,” I dismissed her.“Aaron has his teaching degree with a minor in early childhood development,” Peggy began her sales pitch.“I take it he’s attractive,” I teased.“Your mom thinks so,” she shot back.I about fell down when I tripped over an invisible crack in the pavement. There it was: a story fit for stage and screen. So magical, so fantastic, it should be set to music. The dialogue – so profound. The set – so perfect. I wonder when the rehearsals took place? Dare I remember now by putting the details to paper and ink? We met at a Christmas party given by my sister and attended by all her dancing friends. He wore his long black hair straight back in a ponytail, and had kind of an impish, comical face – though he was quite serious behind it. His eyes were blue,.