Maybe it was just me seeing the new Jessica and how maturity and self awareness had replaced immaturity and self absorption.I smiled as my thoughts tu...ned to the absolute wackiness of my life. Here I was six weeks out of desolation and dust of Iraq, driving through a snowstorm with the most beautiful woman in the world. A woman I thought I would never see again. She had hurt me, but that was a long time ago. What I had said in my letter was true ... I wasn't that Matt O'Connell.Oh no ... the. His soft shoe duet with another talented and, as far as Joseph could tell, straight young man opening the show was lively and perfectly executed. Even the four piece jazz ensemble of bass, drums, piano and alto sax accompanying them was pretty good.The show ended with a song in which Jordan had written the lyrics and another young man, accompanying Jordan on the piano, had written the music. Further accompaniment was by a pretty, petite and precocious brunette 9th grade girl named Nina playing. First chapter of longer story She smiled as he gently caressed her back, basking in the glow that only comes after loin-tingling sex. The twilight feel of his bedroom created by the light seeping through the blinds and the gentle breeze of the fan heightened the senses on her skin as she laid still. It only intensified her temporary bliss. Kyle had taken his time with her and done his job, then even paid attention to her afterward, a rarity among high school boys. He really cared. Sure, she. She was wearing a pair of open toed sandals that lifted her heels about 3 inches off the floor of the moving vehicle, her feet spread slightly apart to help balance, one hand gripping the seat as the bus bumped gently over a small pot hole.This time when her companion spoke, purposefully letting his voice carry to where I was seated. "Kitten. Remember your instructions."I watched her blush, thinking that it looked cute on her, shedding even more years from her face as she hid her eyes beneath.