Her eyes scanned to David’s seat and she saw his desk was empty and she was about to turn around when she saw he had just been reaching down for his...wallet which had fallen on the floor. He picked his wallet up and stood up and looked straight at her desk and their eyes meet. She smiled, grateful this time she hadn’t met his eyes with the scared look that must have greeted him this morning, and looked away. He was trying to decide if he could invite Shasta out to lunch and how to do it when he. They silently looked to each other. On occasion, Jack noticed his little girl taking a peak down to his crotch. On more than occasion, Jack found himself trying to take his eyes off hers. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen grueling minutes. Just when Jack thought the awkward staring game would never end, Jessie stood up onto her knees and waddled over to him. She reached him and climbed onto his lap, wrapping her long naked legs around his waist, but keeping their private parts a good eight. But what I’ve discovered, partly through this past month and our creation of this piece, is that it is a huge obstacle between me and the fulfillment of my dream. Livy and Rachel turned eighteen this fall and we’ve all looked at their induction letters. We’ve been on the website and looked at what they can expect when they enter the service after graduation. There is a very specific list of things you can bring to basic training. Nowhere on that list is ‘musical instrument.’ I’ve been playing. Even – perhaps especially – when the refusal was justified. ‘A shame. I could have used someone of your… talents. Very well. I’m afraid my reply might take some time. Please, would you care to accept my hospitality this evening?’ It had been a long ride to the estate, and longer one to come when she left. Her legs were sore, and salted trail food was getting old. Her horse would get to rest after she exchanged it at the next messenger post. She would get no such respite. Yet for all her.