Except it was one-way. Choose your cliché: I was as transparent as glass, she could read me like a book. Those were all true, but her thinking was on...a different plane than mine. I could love her, but her understanding of me didn't seem natural somehow.I'll never forget the night we got the call that she had a heart. I was still in her room, getting ready to leave for the night when a doctor practically burst through the door, "We have a match in New York! It'll be here in about an hour and we. " Oh I'm not mad" she said with a look of pure devilishness creeping across her face. "You're just lucky I'd been craving a fuck all day, and I've happened to catch you right when you were up to no good. Boxers off, you sneaky bastard. "With that, she started to pull her clothes off slowly, first revealing her boobs, bigger than Sophie's and with pierced nipples to boot. She pulled me forward to start sucking them, her moans softly masking the sound of her hand gently fucking her already. But still, whenever I saw her in the hallway, I would always wave and say hi, and she would say hi to me. About a year later I met her again, this time at lunch. With her shoulder length blonde hair and big bright blue eyes, it was odd to me how beautiful I thought she was. All the boys I had ever dated had had dark hair and tan skin, but she was more beautiful than all of those guys combined. For some reason, I don’t know why, she sat with me that day, and ever since I’ve loved her. It’s as. You have no proof." True," agreed Mr Hobson. "I only can go off a hunch and a nasty feelingabout it all. For months now little things have happened, like the leakin France, and the leak to MI6. No, somebody is trying to disrupt ourtrip to Russia. Till we get proof that it isn't linked, I have to assumethe worst." So what happens to Jessica and Wendy?" I asked."Something very risky," shuddered Stacy. "If their Dad is dying, thenthey have to go home for a small break. It wouldn't be fair on them.