I lowered the shutters over the windows that would feel the brunt of the storm and prepared to wait it out – a situation I’d dealt with many times...since coming to the island. I turned on the computer and looked at the weather forecast for our area for the next few days. Things didn’t look good as there appeared to be several storms brewing out in the North Pacific and we’d likely see them coming at us one after the other with only a few days reprieve between storms.“Wally, got your ears on?”. I pulled her close. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.I moved my hand up to her face and gently cupped it. The smoothness of her nineteen-year-old skin was incredible. I drew her towards me. Her breath fluttered, her eyes closed, and her mouth opened slightly. Our lips brushed so very gently."Mmm," she murmured."You're so fucking cute," I whispered.I kissed her softly, enjoying the sweet, warm air that left her nostrils, and the minty taste of her saliva. As we made out, I released her. When we played our first game after the break on Friday, it was a different game for me. Seeing what Whitney was going through really set me on fire. North Manchester got some surprises when they picked what looked like the weakest target on the court to push around. It looked like I was going to end up a little bruised. At half-time, Coach Hancock pulled me aside instead of talking to the team."What's going on, Brian? Half the time you're out of position and you're mixing it up with their. ”“I’m just trying to be reasonable. No one else seems to be.”“Because everyone else here knows my daughter and your son,” Joe said. “You don’t know either. Especially not Bob, and how he’s blossomed into a mature young man. But Rhonda’s an independent soul. I trust her to be on her own, because she’s shown she deserves it. When I doubted her relationship with Theresa, she made it abundantly clear that it was as sound a decision as any she’s made. That she may have been completely in love, but.