Lisa had been quite successful over the years. She was the author of the bestselling romance series, "Bodice, She Ripped." She was the author, all rig...t, but where did the ideas, the plots, the passionate gasps of the heroines come from? Where else? From my keys striking the the damn paper, that's where. No, not as the culmination of a chain of events initiated in her mind and sent as nerve impulses to her fingertips. From the inspirations and dreams I sent her while she slept. From notions I. And spends more time with Les.So Wednesday comes around and he has to mow some lawns cuz he's spent so much time in bed he has to catch up. He asks me what I'm doing and I tell him cheer practice and he says maybe we can do something later and I look at him and I can tell he means making love and I'm so happy I can hardly stand it and I say yes and he goes outside to get his lawnmower.In the meantime his Mom wants me to help with the dishes. We start talking and she says how Wes was talking to. But looks apart she was very strict and was also feared for her lack of mercy. Now I was sure that i was gonna flunk my practicals and wore a frown on my face.When she came to the class she noticed me and told ooooh look who decided to come to college are you sure this is where you want to be Sam.Already disappointed now but she add embarrassment to me. I wished now that I could crawl up there and die as the whole class laughed at me. Now the task was given for the exam and everyone had. There are a couple more trays to bring out if you don't mind." I moved the table to the shade and arranged the chairs similarly. I couldn't help but think why Jane had come here. Yes, she could have wanted to see Sarah, but my antennae told me there was another reason as well. Was it simply feminine curiosity? That she wanted to see how I lived? If so she was probably disappointed, the cottage and gardens were sufficient to tell her that I was living a good life, and Jane would probably prefer.