" Then she fell asleep again though it's arguable that she didn't actually wake up in the first place.Coffee, desperation time, caffeine needed, urgen...! I made a pot-full, enough for everyone as they awoke, then wandered to the front veranda steps and sat.It was a nice mild day for a mid-winters June, Sunday morning. It was warm in the sun, even though the light breeze had a sharp bite to it. I will ask the first girl who wakes, when I'm getting married, not that it's any of my business. I'd. Langston hada fling with another girl, she was offered a position to be hisassistant again, but without the hanky-panky. She admitted it: she wasstill in love with him, and was sure that he loved her in a way. For afew years she dreamed of plots to remove Mrs. Weston-Langston from thepicture, so that she could marry Thornton. But eventually even thatdream faded. Why would such a successful man marry an old frump likeher? He would pick a young trophy wife like Ms. Waters.--------- ---------. I open the drawer and take out the bag, heart beginning to race as I realize it is her jogging outfit. She has a hat, her jogging bra, a spare pair of socks, and, my throat tightens, a pair of lace panties. I slowly pull each piece out of the plastic bag, bringing them one by one to my nose and inhaling deeply. The hat has a sweaty smell, mingled with the scent of her shampoo. A faint series of white lines marks where her sweat has soaked in and dried. With my eyes closed, the smell immediately. "Hello, Vanessa, nice to meet you," he said and kissed me on the cheek. We hugged and he led me to his living room. He sat on a chair, and I sat on his couch on the other side of the room. I asked him for a drink, so he got us a couple of beers.As we drank, we exchanged some small talk, both knowing what was on our minds. He finally came over and sat next to me. As we talked, he put his hand on my leg, and started rubbing it. He asked if I liked it, which I replied that I did. Then, he stood up.