McDonald's Lumber." Oh. Okay. And I'll also need a phone number."I gave her my cell number and hung up. I was sweating. That was harder than I thought...it would be.I went about my day trying not to focus on a week from Tuesday. That was 12 days from now. This waiting was going to be painful.At 4:30 my phone rang."Hello?" Hello. This is Markie Rogers, Candace Withers' assistant."I was heartbroken. She's calling to cancel the appointment."Hello Ms. Rogers. What can I do for you?" Ms. Withers has. Most of the offices were rented to salesmen who needed aplace for a tax write-off and there were never many people around duringthe week. I had said hello to some of them from time to time but we hadn'treally gotten to know each other so I wasn't afraid that anyone wouldrecognize me. If anyone asked I would tell that that I was Danny's cousinwho was helping him out while he was working on a project out of town.I got to the office and was able to get a lot of things caught up, but theway I was. Always wearing jeans and a baggy sweatshirt she was always friendly and making pleasant conversation. I suppose, as a young 18 year old, I quite fancied her but this was something that was well out of my league. Apart from that I had a great deal of time for Pat, who was turning out to be a good mate. I wouldn’t dream of taking liberties with his wife. It was not the done thing.Well my exams came and went. I now had so much time on my hands that I was able to devote much more time to helping. "Let the calm take over your entire body - enjoy its soothing peace - until the rush starts lighting up each part of your body, like drops of oil falling into a fire."My hands slip to your side, sliding down as they brush the rim of your breast with their fingers, until they are at your lower back. There they converge on your spine, slowing down to an agonizingly leisurely pace."Do not be afraid of it," I whisper having leaned down to your ear. "Let it feed the blaze in you. Let it transform.