Still, she rushed forward and hugged him."What's up?" Sean asked. Walt had gone back outside to make sure he didn't laugh."I thought I really hurt you..." Rachelle said, tears in her eyes. "Look at your arm."She turned it over to where he could see the end of what Walt had accomplished."That was so stupid of me!" Rachelle lamented. "I meant it to be funny but you could have really gotten hurt." It's only berries," Sean said, suddenly feeling guilty himself. "That little bush is full of them.. He promised to come to my show in L.A. and that he’d give me a tour like the one I’d given him. I was so excited, the only bad thing was that I had to tour for seven weeks before playing my last date in L.A.; that meant seven weeks in the same country as Sean but not being able to see him. We spoke every day in the lead up to my trip. I played some of my new songs for him and he told me which ones he thought I should put into the show. Lately it felt like I was constantly writing. Anytime I. This particular Tuesday she was alone. She happened to be coming up the steps to their third floor apartment when I was coming down. As usual she was wearing a very lightweight short dress, which seemed to be her favorite style. As she walked past me, I looked back up, knowing I would get a good look under her dress. The location of the stairs was rather isolated and I was in no real danger of being noticed. Instead, after we exchanged hellos she just happened to turn around and face me just as. It was a posture that more often than not, preceded one of her one-way discussions. Sure enough, as soon as she saw me looking, she started.“Tell me I just didn’t hear you make a date with your wife’s lawyer.”This time, I fired right back.“Tell me you weren’t listening in on my private conversation.”She spread her arms at waist level and shrugged.“I was eavesdropping, it’s part of my job description under the ‘keep your boss from doing something stupid’ section. Now answer the question,” she.