It must have been the clothes and such because I thought I was going to start crying.?I don?t think I can forget this Gena. It?s a little too visual ...or me. ?But don?t worry, I can keep a secret if you can. But you have to do exactly as I say, understand?? said Mike. I just nodded my head and braced myself for what came next. I had no idea what Mike would want. It?s not like he needed anything, plus we were friends - even if I was in a compromising situation. Mike stood and took a step. I wasn't there when it was still living on the tree so my knowledge of The Peach is limited. I didn't meet up with The Peach until after it had already been plucked from its happy home.I met The Peach, as it was basking in the ultraviolet light of a local market. The Peach was almost smug at the fact that it was one of the chosen. It wasn't sent to be 'canned', or made into jellies or preserves, as were many of the lesser peaches. Nay, it was deemed to be 'the cream of the crop', and was to be. She said she was not sure if her friends would be joining or not as they were stuck in the office.Then, I gave her a compliment. She blushed and said thank you. Meanwhile, our drinks got over and then I asked her if I could buy her a drink. She replied with an affirmative nod and I asked if we could move back to the area near the DJ was going on. She said sure. While moving to that place, everyone’s eye was the beauty and I was feeling great to be her company.Then, we sat in a corner. She sat. He stripped of his clothes and held the shirt that was still moist from Briana's tears. He dropped the shirt, turned out the lights, climbed into bed and sought the oblivion of sleep. He prayed Briana would not invade his dreams as she had so many nights before.After awhile he heard water running. He realized that Briana must have been drawing a bath. He allowed the subdued noise to lull him to sleep. As Mike fell into unconsciousness the image of his beautiful sister played in his head.An.