“Oh ... yeah ... that’s what’s happening.”“Your turn, sis,” Deena said. “Just a taste. And then dinner.”“What if I want this for din...er?”“Nope,” Deena giggled. “That’s dessert. Definitely dessert.”“Ooooo – kayyyy,” Haley feigned a whine. Then, “It’s HARD! It won’t go back in.”“Dad,” Deena demanded, “help your wife put that thing up.”The absurdity of the command softened me enough to get ol’ Dickie tucked away. We went out to a local restaurant, had a decent little meal, and then returned. You wanted to touch it, didn’t you?” Julie smiled at Aaron. “I know your secret, Aaron. And unless you let me help you, I’m gonna tell everyone.”Aaron stopped protesting, his arms freezing in the air. “Who told you that?”Julie sat closely beside Aaron, gently putting her hand on his knee. “Aaron, you just did.” Squeezing his knee gently, she reassured him, “I want to help you. If you wear this, I can get you in somewhere, and you can find out exactly what you want.”Aaron thought for a moment.. " My towel smelled of sex, the room smelled of sex and I smelled of sex. I took a quick shower and dried off with a hand towel. I left the room in a mess and dashed off to class.I thought I had trouble paying attention yesterday! Somehow or other I managed to muddle through the day, but was not looking forward to facing Anna that evening. I arrived at the house to find my room clean and neat as a pin, smelling like a pine forest, and Anna in good spirits. She informed me that dinner would be at. And again. Finally, she swallowed hard and pressed ‘save’ once more as she had done earlier. It was a message that Rebecca had left her a few weeks earlier, before the great fight. It was silly and short and was pretty much just a few joking words. But Rachel couldn’t bring herself to delete it. And now she listened to it every morning to try to remember her friend in a better time. She sniffed again as her stomach continued to twist. God, it had been less than two weeks (eleven days!) but.