Would he make his intentions known? Was she imagining things?Not wishing to distract him after the boss had left, she continued to work up the ladder,...moving it carefully along each time, slowly travelling the length of the room. As she climbed the rungs, she was partly distracted by the dust, how quickly this place looked dirty. Maybe his mind was dirty. If she turned right now, would he be gazing at her, trying to look up her skirt? The ladder creaked as she stepped down; it had always felt a. “Someday, honey, someone’s going to snatch you away. Someone who treats you as you deserve and is willing to give you what you want and need in a relationship. Not now, perhaps, but someday. And that idea scares the living hell out of me, love, because I have realized that I want you here, ten, twenty, or even thirty years down the road. I still want you in my life. I’m afraid that our friendship will never be the same, either way, so better this way ... moving out of this friendship with.  Thank you." Chrissy returned with the bottle already opened and a napkin.  She set the bottle down on a coaster and put the napkin down beside the bottle. Chrissy: "Would you like my top off, Josh?" Josh: "I would. Indeed." Chrissy: "Do you want to do it or should I?" Josh: "I would like to." Chrissy smiled and climbed onto my lap, facing me and put her knees on either side of me. I kissed Chrissy as I put my hands on both of her hips. Moving up to her exposed skin, below her half shirt, I. Gram died later that year and we all wondered when Mom sent out the invites for the next Retreat what would happen. When we got here, she said to honor Gram, we should take a vote whether to continue the Saturday love and freedom celebration. We all voted yes, and this is the sixth yea anniversary!” I looked out the window. The sky was blue, the grass was green and birds were flying normally. I was not dreaming nor had I fallen into some alternative universe. But as I turned back to look at.