Only because you're still in school. But that's it. I refuse to have any regrets," CJ said firmly. He gave me a soft kiss. "I love you, Heather."He sa...d it first! He said it first! I can tell him now. I can believe it now. I can KNOW it now!"Oh, CJ," I cried. "I love you," planting my lips to his. Then I buried my head into his chest, holding him tightly. "I love you."CJ and I talked for a long time. I felt like I was finally able to breathe again. When he suggested inviting my dad over and. I blame those damn laptopcomputers, Kindles and smart phones; no one needs an antiquated conceptlike a library. Need to do research, use the Internet. Want to read abook, use your phone. I believe that in my life time we'll see the endof printed books. I'm doing what I am supposed to do by helping you findwhat you need from the hallowed shelves of the library."Mary hit a treasure trove when she found an entire issue of the paperthat was devoted to the wagon train. One article in particular. Then a huge black guy walked into the waiting room and sat down close to me. He smiled and looked over above the door. I followed his look and there was the security camera, covered in paint and pointing at the roof. I looked back at him and saw he was looking at the roof on the other side of the room. When I looked I saw that there were wires there but no camera. Then I thought I could be in trouble…"Did you know, Madam, they do not man this station at night?" He asked me. No, I really did not. Women have had eight sexual partners just like men; they simply lie about it.Anne pulled me back from my reverie. "That still means you were having sex and aren't now because of me," she said. "That isn't healthy."I had been in a couple of arguments with Anne. She had great command of reasoned argumentation. Her former school district had tested her IQ and she had tested way high. I never knew the number, but afterwards, she was treated almost as a celebrity. She had trapped me more than once.