Him. You look over, and there he is.Dinner and a cup of coffee accompanied by a book. You're good at being alone. Better at it than being with other p...ople. You're at peace in a quiet house, refusing to nervously turn the television on or leave the radio yammering. Quiet is your middle name, your best friend.It was a good restaurant so you went. Usually every three or four days. Not much of a cook, so it worked out better that way. And he was always there. "I brought that extra cream," he. I kissed it and took the time to feel all over it with my lips. I could feel him start to get tense so I stopped. He looked confused. I reached up to around his neck and brought him down to me so we could kiss further. He placed his hand on the back of my head and gripped me, tangling my long blonde hair. I made him pause by pulling away to say, "Get a condom." "What?" "Get it," I smiled. He looked puzzled, then overjoyed. "Are you serious? You're sure?" "Yeah," I said and traced a finger down. Her tone drew Abigail's attention. She looked almost surprised that Analise would feel that way.Analise finally looked up from her book. "Really! I don't miss the humid heat at all. I don't miss the haziness that mars what should be blue skies. Summers are Seattle's hidden secret." They are pretty nice," Jack agreed.Abigail kept watching Allison. She could see the girl's mind working, but she didn't say anything. The conversation died down, and Abigail went back to flipping through the magazine. I had pulled my grades up some, but was going to have to do extremely well on finals. Second semester American History was easy except for the essay question. We were told to write an alternative ending to the Civil War based on one single event changing. I chose Lincoln’s decision to surround the Maryland legislature with armed troops when it was voting on secession and posited that he had not done so. Maryland seceded, and now Washington, D.C., was entirely surrounded by the Confederate.