She wanted, needed to reach Ryan before it was too late. Hindsight is 20/20 after all, and reflection had given her food for thought. She had lost all...her anger with Ryan.'Maybe I've driven him away, maybe the problem is with me, we can work it out.' She thought, before he had ignored the page and now the frantic call to his cell phone.Just then the phone answered. "Hi, this is Ryan and I can't take your call now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you."Patricia slumped into the chair and. “I don’t have time for that,” she pouted. “Besides, I’m leaving here in a couple of months. Mamma wants me to come home for a visit before I go to Kansas City. She says I can stay in the barn. That’s where your room is now ... isn’t it?”He pushed her back, and his eyes narrowed. He looked around before speaking.“Are you on the pill yet?”“No,” she said, her voice tiny.“You’d better be if you’re planning on staying in the barn,” he said.She smiled.“Okay!”It was in the morning, a week later, when. Then she reached for the waistband, pulling it slowly down, freeing her treasure. She looked down, seeing Paul for the first time in so many years. She had forgotten how large he was. For a moment she wondered, then remembered he had fit deliciously before. She licked the head. Paul groaned, a hand resting lightly on her head. Joan had not done this in so long. “Will he like what I do? Do I even remember how?” She reached up under his shirt to find a nipple and squeezed it as her mouth slowly. I decided that it was time to quit for a while, to think on what washappening. Deciding to go back for one last trip "in", I thumbed thepages back to the first photo, the woman in the shower. I wanted toexplore *her*, instead of just exploring her surroundings.The week had turned out to be more than I had bargained for. A relaxingvacation on a remote island in Fiji had turned into the most excitingweek of my life.Sitting on the plane, I just closed my eyes and thought about all thethings I.