She made the decision and I had no choice but to leave, believing she and Drake were going to get together and the shame of that was too much for me. ... couldn’t live in this town if that happened. I don’t know what really happened after I left, but none of her friends could find her that night and she didn’t get home until well into the afternoon the next day. Where was she? Who was she with? Did she ever tell you that much?’ Grace looked surprised at my words and before she could realize what. They walked to the building hand in hand. Bob felt like an older man trying to pretend he was a young lover.Getting to see the curator was easier than he thought it would be. He told the first museum employee he saw that he needed to speak with the curator and five minutes later a tall, thin man dressed in a turtle neck approached them. The man didn't put on any airs about being an important personage, though he also didn't give them his name."I'm the curator. How can I assist you?"Bob. On the page that I read, a plantation worker was gagging the owners daughter with a throat fucking. No wonder this girl was so ready to play. Handing her the book back, I started in on some small talk about the trip. Things like where I was going and what I was doing. I myself was starting over in San Diego. Had a dry spell while I was up north. Now it was all about the fun and sun. Those So-Cal girls keep you coming back for more. As far as Anna, she was on a business trip for some make-up. .." My answering grin could have lit a football stadium, "Maybe I want to be in trouble!" It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. "Oh." was all you could manage, and now my teasing fingers had become more enticing, and you sat up, looked at me, all the while grinning in obvious pleasure. It was my thoughts that have caused me to be so slow on the uptake. It was simply that you are so utterly beautiful and graceful, I felt like a mortal honored unduly with the presence of a goddess..