”I squeeze her legs where I was holding them. “Yeah, but I remember the first thing I saw when you asked me for my seat at the orientation.”She ...iggled her chest against me again. “And what was that?”I turned my head slightly, wondering why she would think I had seen anything else. “Your steel-blue eyes.”For a second, she didn’t say anything, not even to reply to the chasers calling, “Marco!”“No one’s ever seen the blue before,” she said softly in my ear. “All they see is gray.” I didn’t know. But did any of that truly matter anymore? It was enough to cause doubt, and I pulled away from Red Elk. I moved towards the bank where I left my clothing. Feeling tears welling up in my eyes, I gathered them up, not bothering to dress as I ran back towards our camp. Hot tears burned in my eyes as I returned to our fire. Could I truly love him already? That and so many questions raced through my mind. Worse still, I couldn't ask him anything because we didn't speak the same language. Anger at. "Close up, I could see by the tiny wrinkles around her eyes and mouth that she was probably in her late forties or early fifties. I took her hand and asked, "Compliment?"My question got a laugh. "Sorry, I couldn't help but tune in to your quick appraisal of me. Assessing first impressions is an old habit I have no intention of giving up." And probably a very good one. I guess I was expecting to see someone a little more, um, institutional. At any rate, it's a pleasure to meet you Willa. All my. As long as they are natural I just adore them.When Margie and I were first married we both worked and I was always doing side jobs to try and save for a down payment on a home. Her dad had bought the house next door to his own home and asked me to rewire it. I knew this was a chance to make some much needed money so I agreed. We hadn't set a date for this to take place but then about two weeks later her mom called and was telling her that they had a reunion they really wanted to attend and.