The on purpose part was when she was stretching out her leg in her cute little shorts, she had her leg all flexed and she looked at me straight in the...eye and gave me the most sensuous little smirk. She must have seen my hard on raging in my pants.I think about this as I lay in bed starring at the ceiling. God I'm thirsty. I get up and shuffle down the stairs to get a glass of water. With the fridge door open, I chug the glass of water as I lean against the island in the middle of the kitchen.. Since anything else I could say about either of them wouldn't be relevant, I'll get back to my story now... As I said, that Saturday I started my vacation and was really looking forward to the rest and relaxation that comes with it. Hoping to see Teresa before the party, I tried to call her. Her phone service had been disconnected. It was the only number she'd given me so, given the circumstances; all I could do was wait for her to contact me. When two days later I still hadn't heard from. ."And I proceed to tell Carla about Art and Betsy ... and Barbara; he told her the effect that relationship on their marriage. Carla listened avidly, at once fascinated and entertained. She often asked her brother some questions to clarify something he had said but mostly it was I who talked. At some moment Carla asked me, "but what does this tale have to do with me?" to what I answered by telling her to wait, she'd find soon enough. I went on with the story and I told my sister Carla of the. She had never understood what had happened that year, when everything had changed. Rachel smiled, waving goodbye to Hunter and Cooper as they turned down Holbrooke and she continued on Vassar. It was a beautiful autumn day, the air crisp but the sun warm on her back, freshly fallen leaves crunching under her sneakered feet. She fingered the folded note in her pocket, she forced herself to be cool, not to open Hunter’ note until she got home. Glancing up the tree lined suburban street, she.