"No. Like in life. Memories. The present, the future. Even fictional stories. They are killing me. I'm spending nights up, writing things so sad that ... sometimes cry, and then I look out and it's morning, the sun is rising, and I have to go to work. I work like a zombie. I fall asleep in my office, and only notice because the phone rings, someone enters, the computer makes a noise every now and them because I set it to. But I'm writing. All this time, when I'm talking to people, when I'm at one. He was still quite fit, tanned, and now had quite a bit of gray in his hair. Erica still looked fantastic also, although her college day’s long hair was now shoulder length. We both exercise regularly, so Erica’s body still had its college form. Her 34B breasts are as perky as ever, and she still often goes without a bra with no problem just as she did in college.Erica and I decided that it would be great to see Will again, and invited him to come for a visit. Since he was currently single, and. Virginia was her spitting image and Bianca didn’t look old enough to be Virginia’s mother either. Bianca was one of those women that you fall in love with at first sight. Just talking to her and her daughter for a few minutes convinced me that she was damn near perfect.I let Bianca give me the tour of the barn and a brief description of what was expected of me. She milked a hundred head of cow twice a day at five o’clock. She wasn’t kidding either. Then she showed me my room. It was downstairs. “You said it would be better next time,” said Harper. “Did you mean it? I mean will there be a next time?”“Of course,” said Hannah. “The time will come that you’ll meet someone and everything will click and it will be wonderful.”“I meant with Bob, Mom,” said Harper.“Oh.”“I’m surprised you’d want another go-round,” I said.“Are you kidding? Other than the fact that it went all goofy at the end, I loved it,” said Harper.“I thought it hurt,” I reminded her.“That? That was nothing,” said Harper. “My.