Emily glanced towards the kitchen before continuing. She lowered her voice so the men wouldn’t hear. ‘Sometimes he says a girl’s name. One morni...g as I passed his bedroom, I heard Jess muttering ‘that feels so good’.’ ‘It sounds like he might be dreaming about having sex.’ ‘I think you’re right. I just hope he doesn’t decide to snuggle up to you while he’s dreaming. Jess would be mortified if he woke up holding his Aunt in his arms.’ ‘I’d be devastated if he held me in his arms, while saying. There's no reason to be shy with me. That's a nice bottle of wine. The soft music is soothing, and the candles... nice touch. Go ahead, sit back and relax. Take a deep breath and let your mind go. You've read through the stories countless times, your favourites are bookmarked in that special web folder you keep, the inspiration you seek at times like these....Mmmm... another sip of wine and you can feel the day's tension slipping away. With a sigh of true relief, you can focus on you and you. One day in class, I was struck by the beauty of one of my classmates. She had long, black hair and big brown eyes. Just like Cindy. I started scribbling words in the edge of my notebook, next to my notes.I sit here surrounded by all these books,Truly missing all your looks,Other girls they pass my way,But I don't give them the time of day,For you alone bring me joy,The best thing that happened to this young boy.I knew it wasn't Lord Byron, but I thought it was cute. When I was back in my dorm. Karen tried to belay my mother’s plan to get us together, “Mrs. Taylor -Williams, Please, It would be such a bother and I can’t impose on Arthur like that. I’m sure he has other plans.”My mother ignored her, “It’s no bother.” Mom took out her cell phone and dialed, “Hello, Charles. This is Agnes Taylor-Williams. Could I possibly get a reservation for two somewhere between seven and eight o’clock? It’s for my son Arthur and a young lady? Thank you, Charles, you’re a dear.”My mother gave us our.