"I guess you'reright about me being a target. I'm usually the first to get a snowballstuffed down his back...You get the picture." I can't see why th...se drips pick on nice kids like you. You're okay inmy book."I nodded and somehow felt better that this really good looking, nice guystood up for me for no real reason that I could put a name to. Funny,but we didn't even know each other's names. Before he could say anotherword, I hurried off without looking back at him. Maybe it was on. It was early. The first breakfast wave was still in the diner. They were the working men, getting ready to go out and climb electric poles, pave roads or maintain the dorms and classrooms at the college. Cal thought they became quieter as he walked by them in his business suit.He supposed they were the lucky ones. They had good jobs and a place to be each morning. They could afford breakfast at the Bluebird instead a bowl of corn flakes at the house, if there was a house. More and more people. My palm runs along your spine, up and down, nails dragging along that beautiful pale canvas. I've created an atlas you will conceal with clothes later on; a living map that tells of our secret time here. Part of me wants to say how much I've missed and needed you. That I almost hate you for leaving but hate myself more for not doing anything to stop you.There is so much to say that we never form words for and pass along. In that sense, you and I are one and the same. We pull others so very. "Let's not run tomorrow, but come to my house at 9 O'clock. Dress sexy, stockings and suspenders maybe? and then your jogging things over the top." I was feeling horny already thinking about it and we kissed at the door before she left. I felt like I had after that first night losing my virginity, all of a dither and butterflies inside. I showered and dressed to go about my usual day but couldn't concentrate and felt happy when Steve was late home and then went straight to bed. Tomorrow.