"Gwen, glad you could make it. Have any trouble finding the place?" Sybil asked, standing in the doorway, a drink in her hand."No trouble at all," Gwe... said meekly, looking down at her small, petite feet."Come in, come in," Sybil said. She took her by the arm and led her into the spacious, sunken living room."Did you bring a bag?" Yes, it's... in the car," Gwen said, shifting her feet and offering her felicitous smile to Sybil."Didn't want to carry it in, thought the neighbors might raise their. Her partying had lasted well into the night and she and some older collegegirls she was friends with had hooked up with some fraternity boys, smokedsome dope, drank quite a bit and then she had given head to 3 of the boys asthey drove her home, each crawling into the backseat of the Tahoe to take theirturn. sara was very careful to not do anything with boys at her school. Shehad a reputation in high school as a ?goodie goodie' and a tease. She lovedto work up her boyfriends from high school,. ***** I didn’t call Elizabeth Sunday or Monday. ***** Monday morning Erica came by my apartment. I made her strip and kneel in the middle of the kitchen floor while I puttered around. This was better than I had imagined. I made her stay that way a full half hour. Damn, it was hard to wait! No pun intended. After a while she called to me: ‘Ed? Honey?’ ‘You want to get off?’ ‘Ed?’ ‘Then you’ll be a good girl! When I’m ready for you, you’re getting punished!’ What a great game. Erica didn’t seem. The roar dimmed in his ears at the same moment a fluttering bird rushed past his head, striking his ear. He fell to the ground. Glancing up, he saw the bird with outstretched wings, swooping up, soaring up high above the pines. Its momentum spent, the bird beat its wings to continue climbing in broad circles, fluttering upward with an odd, dipping rhythm. It was a nighthawk.Graydon stood to see the dim overhead gloom brighten in the center and move toward him. He stood rooted, unable to focus.