My junk food money disappeared into the change machine to chunk out as shiny quarters. I fed the Dark Stalkers machine, but my mind wasn't into it. An... I needed to get past this level to see my sorceress. C'mon Steve, you can do it with your eyes closed, concentrate! A few dollars of quarters later, I finally made it to her level; however, I could not fight her and she won easily. Did that evil laughter come from the machine or was it in my head? I spent the rest of the money I had and never. Moreover, I could feel her strong radiant sexual energy. Something was heating up between us, and I knew we had to skip class and go for a walk. We just kind of both got up and must have picked up our bags and walked all the way past the hallway doors, because we were all of a sudden towards the entrance of the building about to head outside. It was all a whirlwind until I went to unlock my car door in the parking garage. We wanted someplace private to continue on our conversation about her. The closet was empty except for the photographs of Sharon.Once everything was bagged and the floor swept, Jerry sat on the floor looking at the pictures wondering what he should do with them. He was concerned about throwing them away. The bag might rip and some of the kids in the neighborhood might find them. It didn’t feel right to keep them. Shaking his head, he put them back on the shelf.The next quarter hour was spent carrying the trash bags out to the curb for pickup. He wasn’t sure what. James wished he had an umbrella. He could come to Sam's rescue, sharing his umbrella with her. It would be delightful to walk beside her, close enough to prevent the rain from falling upon either of them. He'd walk slowly, to maximize the time he could spend next to her, savoring her perfume, her gestures, her conversation, and, most of all, her beauty. Unfortunately, he didn't have an umbrella but Lou had one. The obnoxious salesman was the one to come to Sam's rescue, to walk beside her.