“Helloooo! Is anybody home?” I asked, she quickly snapped out of her trance and looked up and replied with a nervous tone “Yes, It’s just that...you’re so beautiful”“Why thank you” I replied, blushing a little myself. At that moment I knew that this was going to be a great weekend.Then, at the worst possible time the phone rang, I went to answer it and it was my mum checking up on me. I went back to Jenna and I sensed the moment had passed. I excused myself to get dressed and told her to make. I handed Sarla a wooden fork, and said, "Want to get the bacon out?"She took the fork, and started scooping it out, and I pointed to the napkin and she dropped it on it as I added cheese to my eggs. We finished up making our meal, and I carried it to the table. Then I went to the milk machine. I filled up two big glasses of milk, and walked back to the table.SandiI sat in my chair staring at the picture on the wall. How I missed him! I still remembered us pulling up to the apartment, after. Now that she was managing the money, Cynthia had Ed drive her to the bank in Bear Lake to convert the maple leaf coins into paper bills.At the thrift store she perused the aisles of donated clothing, looking for used clothes for both Ed and her. She found a beautiful pair of leather pants with a silk lining that fit her perfectly. Several blouses, one a very pretty beige satin brocade while the rest were practical for every day use. Jeans, one woolen skirt that was lined with silky polyester, a. I could feel the poet’s arousal, imagine her (I knew it had to be ‘her’ even before I looked at the signature) opening her legs, waiting for the thrust (or better still, the gentle insertion and pressure), tensing, relaxing, waiting for the rush of glory. God, I hoped he was good, a good man, a great fuck, she deserved the best. And if she got tired of him, I was prepared to volunteer on the spot. Then I read the name: Glynnis Trondheim. Didn’t know her, but then her year was two ahead of mine..