Talking music and drums I imagine. I look at her, enjoying her figure, as she moves from foot to foot and participates in the discussion. Do they know...what she isn’t wearing I wonder? Moving further around the room I place myself in her line of sight so that I catch her eye. Smiling I deliberately let my eyes rove over her body. She smiles and moves slightly so that I am more front on, still talking she turns slightly and shows me her silhouette. Lovely figure, nice breasts and butt she knows. I stopped talking to her except when I was at work and had something work related to say. One morning I got up early and left without her and from then on we took separate cars to work every day and then one night I got home and moved myself into the spare bedroom. When it was time to go to bed that night Bev asked, ‘What’s this?’ ‘You insist on spending your time with that asshole so you have picked up his stink and I don’t want to have to smell it.’ I went into the spare bedroom and locked. All supposedly brought believers good fortune."There is a legend, we're told," the guide deadpanned with arched brows, "that if you make a wish in front of Queen Marie's tomb, turn around three times, and then knock on her door three times, your wish will come true." The last few words were drawn out for emphasis.The ladies in front of me twittered and giggled, their plastic skeleton and pumpkin and black cat earrings dancing, then blessed themselves and performed the ritual. Then they all. " I know. That worries me as well." Jeanie leaned in close. "Did it ... wear off for you?" Somewhat." She closed her locker. "I still felt her." Me too." Jeanie straightened. "We're in over our heads." It's only been one day." Yeah, but I feel like I did when I met Cal. I mean..."Brenda nodded. Jeanie didn't fall in love often, but when she did it could take over everything. Cal had been the hardest she had ever seen her friend fall."You're speaking coherently. That's something." You know me..