” I smiled and believed I was going to have a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some steep portions…him be...ind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my short dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a little protection just now? Home attending to her damned emergency.Just then I. "Your present," Amelia replied without looking up at Sophia.She took another moment to finish reading the paragraph, then closed the book and offered Sophia a warm smile, which Sophia returned. Amelia offered her straw to Sophia's mouth, who obligingly took a drink."Sweet!" she exclaimed in response to the taste, half-suspecting to become instantly hyper."Yes, well," said Amelia as she took her forefinger and wiped it across Sophia's lips to erase the wetness the drink had left, "I do like. " I realize that," Bud said after a moment. "If we had indeed arranged this somehow, I would lie very convincingly and tell you we had nothing to do with it, but we did indeed have nothing to do with it." I would really like to believe that." I know we promised you a chance to get revenge against your parent's killers, we did not know the specifics of this gang's situation, nor of Roberto Montoya's involvement with them until you yourself revealed it." That makes the coincidence seem all the. I could carry on a conversation with him without a hitch. I always felt better after I ‘spoke’ to him. I always turned to him when I was in trouble or if I had a problem I couldn’t solve on my own. I never made a business decision until I had ‘talked’ to him. Yeah, I know. Even my sons thought I was nuts. But I was fine! The fact that I could talk to Rick in my mind was enough to keep me sane, keep me from that depression that was so deep I almost drowned in it. I know, I almost did drown the.