By the time I was done, it had gotten noticeably darker outside. I was now very hungry.There was a knock on my door. I strode over and opened it. In t...e hallway was an elderly man, dressed in what I assumed were the 'house colors'. I could be wrong, though, and greeted him with caution.He wore dark pants of a material not as smooth and shiny as Marald's, but of similar color. His shirt was a good quality 'homespun', I would guess. It was better than what the people out in the little housing. Outside, the humidity had given way to soft breeze and each stroke of cool lick made her shiver in discomfort. It has been more than a day since Guy had aroused her with his words on the computer screen and her body still did not lose any of its sexual heat. She would not have believed that something like that was possible, but she was a living proof. She was also an example of how uncomfortable and almost painful it is for every fiber in one’s body to be itching and pulsating for one thing and. “It’s happened before. This was like, the same thing that happened the first time Fabien touched me.”That got my attention. Fabien was a member of the Student Council. One of the uber-popular guys. One of those very European-looking guys, the kind that got a lot of girls at American high schools like ours. “Really?”She nodded. “He was, like, really sensitive. I don’t mind. I actually think it’s kinda, like, flattering. It’s not like we were going to go all the way or anything, so it’s, y’know,. "Most of that must have been when I was working on my bachelor's and my master's. After I finished up college, there just weren't any jobs in my field, so I decided to go surfing and see the country a little, and for some reason I decided to check out the surfing scene in Florida, what there was of it. I had a few bucks, nothing much, but I discovered this old place. It was an abandoned shop that had sold seashells, and had this tumbledown little house. I drove past it four or five times before.