We staked out a couple of lounge chairs and watched the boaters and swimmers, we watched the people walk past us, but mostly we just talked. Between ...s there were always so many things to talk about. Hopes and dreams, fantasies, k**s, retirement, silly things, serious things, travel and the list went on. We were forever thinking of things to put in our ‘to do’ book. Sometimes we even remembered to write them down.When the sun began to set we decided to go for one last drink, so we slipped. " She wailed.I still didn't have a clue what she was talking about. I touched her cheek ... she still felt like Sarah, she looked like Sarah ... She WAS Sarah. Why should I care what she was, what she had done, she was the girl I had loved four years ago and now she was a woman."That bomb in London ... that was me ... well, not just me, but us, The Group. The timer must have been faulty 'cos it went up much too soon. We should have been miles away ... They got Jane, and now the silly cow has. All she had to do was call 911 and tell themshe was stuck in the elevator. She pulled out the phone and turned it on. Shestarted to dial, then noticed the display. No connection. She cursed; the elevatorshaft must be blocking the radio signal. She dropped the now useless phoneback in her purse. Once again she pushed buttons randomly on the panel, andthen in frustration tried without success both the door and alarm buttons onemore time. Nothing happened. And nothing left for her to do. In the. ." he began, as he took the last step backward he could and found himself backed up into the Miata's side. He was trapped and he knew it. His eyes darted frantically from side to side, looking for an escape route. From his place on my left shoulder (the one cartoons always show the little demon sitting on), Frank chuckled evilly.I took one more step, and this time I felt my tits press firmly against his chest. I rolled my shoulders a bit, both to make sure he knew what he was feeling, and to.