Brightly illuminated I stand there exposed. I pretend to be texting on my tablet as I wait to see if she will notice me.Damn! She did not see me, I ...hink as I watch her look back down.I am about to turn off the light when I see the woman in the room adjacent to my initial target staring at me with her mouth wide open.She has seen me, I think excitedly.I stay where I am and continue to pretend to be texting. As I watch her surreptitiously, I notice that she keeps watching.Great! She is. Then opened. Where was he? He'd been swimming. He looked down the pool. Emily was slumped on the ground. He looked down. He was himself. John stood and ran around the pool to his sister."Em, Em. It's John." She opened her eyes. Coughed up some dribbles of water. Touched her swimsuit."John? What happened?"The doctor asked everyone to step aside. He looked over Emily. She had a lump on her head. Probably a concussion. John helped Emily to her feet. Sandy took her hand."You did it.. Then whenever we met, we used to talk for a while and then the texting started and we used to text past midnight every day. I was pretty sure she liked me too. Since we have a mutual set of friends we went out together for movies and shopping. This continued for a while and then it was new year’s eve and we all went out for a couple for drinks, and came back and she was the last one to leave the car and she just looked into my eyes then I pulled her close to me and kissed her. She smiled into. "George grinned at me across the table. "Not size?" Style, George, is everything."He turned back. "You heard her, Michael. You have any substantial, sylish, solid meat?"Michael was a swarthy European looking type. One of those guys who always looks at though he hadn't bothered to shave. I was a little surprised to see his face go bright red, before he ran off toward the kitchen."George, now that's quite enough. They don't get paid nearly enough to put up with that." Stella, he was enjoying it.".