She knew from Jess it was an apartment on the Lakefront on the North Side. When the phone was answered by a woman with a very musical voice, Jan asked...to speak with Jennifer Chapman."This is Jen." Jen, this is Janice Stewart. I guess you were talking to Jessica Carlson a few minutes ago. I'm calling as a result of that conversation."Jen quickly said she would be delighted to appear but couldn't see why anyone would possibly want to have her on a program. "Jan, I'm really not a nice person. Or I. I spoke about myself, my hobbies and other stuff. Our bus arrived, it was an old bus, they have charged more for the tickets, I didn’t know the native language so I took Anjali with me to question conductor for the same, they spoke something, and Anjali translated to me in English that there was local festival in the nearby place, hence they have increased the prices.We boarded the bus, we were surprised to see it was a couple sleeper. I thought these were changed long time back and now the. Meet me at the Inn, room 506 after 6 tonight. I am such, an EagerSon for you!Carly felt the tingling rush through her body and the wetness between her legs that she had experienced several times since this flirting with her son had begun. And now, it seemed that it was going to happen. He still wanted her. Her worries about him getting cold feet were unfounded. Carly paused to send a very brief email to Linda, her confidant and cheerleader in the evolving Stephen situation. "Linda Honey ... I. I realized I was snuggled up next to Tamara. Those kinds of realizations are necessary when you haven't been beside anyone for the past six months. It was very nice though.I lay there for a few minutes just looking at her. What had happened that brought her into my life. Was it Fate, destiny, Miller Genuine Draft? Who knows and who really cares. This brought back a poem I wrote many years ago:When Paths CrossAlas we can but follow the paths set forth in our destiny... If by chance our two paths.