Tom was perfectly gracious as a host ... as gracious as a professional hotelkeeper. He showed her around the property, including the cabin, and he tau...ht her how to snowmobile, though she was afraid to take the great rumbling beast between her legs much above 10 mph. She was having a good time ... but not the kind of time she'd hoped for.And it was time to admit to herself that that was what she had hoped for. She'd hoped for the feel of a rough, muscular man in her arms, for the kiss of his. She wore a plaid short sleeved shirt and jeans,and if it weren't for her slight transparency, I wouldn't have been ableto describe her five minutes after she left the jail."I...ah...was just wondering," I began uncertainly. "Has anybody evertold you that they could... well, see through you? I don't mean reallysee through you, but - "She looked down nervously, checking to see if her shirt was properlybuttoned."I don't mean like that," I said, trying to clarify my question.She looked at me in. When we have sex sometimes she made jokes about having sex with her boyfriend. So me and my best friend worked out together all the time. So we would do a lot with him and his wife. We would go out and have drinks and stuff. Him and my wife are teachers. So they were going to this teachers conference. So he was coming to get her and she had just gotten out of the shower. She was rubbing lotion on her. I just ask her about the guy she was going with. They were staying the weekend together. They. I seem to remember leaving sometime after 11 definitely very drunk andsoon soaked to the skin in the driving rain, too content to just wanderthe cold dark streets alone which only made things worse.Suddenly I felt a warm draft of air coming out of a small brightly litshopping arcade and instinctively drawn I suppose like a moth to light,with perhaps the chance of a little human Christmas warmth now that evenBrendan had gone, I wandered in vaguely puzzled why it was still open solate as the.