We can work here. Fewer distractions. Do you remember how to find it?" I think so," Laura said calmly. She knew the way minutely."Come early," Deshona...said. "I'll see you then." Yes."The next morning she put on her most tailored and austere business suit-black, with huge buttons, accented by a peach silk scarf-and drove down to Deshona Reed's house in the hills, trying not to anticipate anything. We'll just work, she told herself. We like each other. It will be enjoyable. Nothing is going to. ”“He put up a sign,” the boy added, “so that even in a hundred years people will know what it is.”They spent a little time reminiscing, a bit amazed with their younger selves for running away from everything and setting up in the woods, intending to live there until they turned eighteen. They walked around a bit, pointing out the trees from which they had gathered fruit, the stream from which they had drunk and in which they had bathed, and the different spots in which they had discussed. Pauling and I were panting furiously as the fingers took us to ecstatic heights. The poor taxi driver was struggling to keep an eye on the road as two hot lingerie clad sluts were orgasming profusely on his back seat. We pulled up outside of Macs as he paid the paid the driver. I asked the driver for his card as we would need a ride in a few hours. Quick as a flash, the driver handed me a card which I placed inside my handbag and went on my way. Mac opened his door and we all trundled. "You read my letters, I mean the ones..."She raised a finger to silence me. "Can you come over? No I left early. I can't tell you why. It's a surprise. No, I'm fine. Hurry." She shut off the phone."What... ? Oh yeah. I read them. You got kind of whiny, but I liked them." I'd hit a wall." Well, you obviously busted through," she said gesturing at my bestseller."You could have answered, told me about your dad." Why would I bum you out like that? Besides, only my dad could have given you the.