He couldn’t stop thinking about bedding the damn fine good looking woman down, for at least one evening for some good old sexual fun and pleasure. T...at was Harold of course. Marielle’s savior in fact and he didn’t even know it yet. And by coincidence Marielle, at lunch that day, having met Harold a few years ago had thought about him too. Oddly, she still felt the same way about him. Yes, that’s right. She knew how she felt. She always knew how she felt about Harold. She had been attracted to. I have always believed that if you have nothing kind to say it is best to say nothing at all. You life would not be enriched by having made his acquaintance." Donald's mood then brightens."Don't suppose I could invite you to be my guest at supper. I know a rather pleasant place on the way that serves delicious B.B.Q. " Why not" I respond totally lost in the strange experiences that I have enjoyed today. After all, how much more bizarre could my day get, I think.Donald pulls into the parking lot. "Mike laughed. "No fear of that. Dr. Whitehead might get some sour looks for pinching the pick of the bunch, but I think you'll be all right." She reached up and kissed him.He walked back to his pile of letters. "You'd better put that hat on before you get into trouble. You just be careful though. That's a wicked looking bike Dr. Whitehead has out there."Sarah was hopping from foot to foot with excitement. "Is this a serious bike ride?" Quite." I said, adjusting the helmet for the last time.. " Duh. "Okay, so find some random girl to go with. You're notgonna tell me you have trouble with the ladies now, are you?" Dude, all the girls worth going with already have dates. I was supposedto go with Mandy but she got strep throat."I rolled my eyes. "Okay, so lower your standards then Mr. Star Athlete." Look, nobody at my school knows you, right? We can go for a few hoursand leave early. We don't have to dance or anything. Nobody willrecognize you, especially because..." He paused. "...you.