. it IS me," he said, in a way that seemed like he wasacting but also in a way that seemed too chilling to be real acting."Huh!? What are you talking ...bout?" This book... it's me... it's all me."She wondered to herself what he could've meant by that.Chapter 4She tried to write but she couldn't.It had been a day and a half since the incident.He was still around. Not physically, but in the atmosphere.She couldn't stop thinking about him.The next day they met at a coffee shop."How has your. Now THAT was a first - and I definitely began to feel arouseddown there! But I never let things progress to actual intercourse - ifonly because there was no convenient time or place to build up to itand actually do it, and there's no chance I would let our first time bein the family minivan! No, by then I'd fantasized about it enough thatonly a picture-perfect romantic date and a fancy hotel room with aking-size bed would suffice!Every week I'd look forward eagerly to our time together,. You’ll have to share here and there, but this farm is gonna be full of youngins.”“I ain’t doing this,” the girl says standing up with clenched fists. “I’m not marrying him or anyone I don’t want to. And I certainly ain’t having kids with anybody I don’t want to.” Then without another word and tears streaming down her face, she stomps right back out the living room.“Emily Elizabeth, you come right back here!” her mother shouts.“Let her go, Mary,” John says calmly.“I will not!”“She’s young,” John. It was a classical piece I couldn't recognize off the top of my head. I thought I had heard it before, but it sounded very pleasant in the background, so I chose to ignore it. I couldn't place the event for the life of me. It was a presumably prestigious event, as every person I saw was dressed in a fancy dress or tuxedo, with high heels and dress shoes to match. I found myself wearing a similar outfit, sipping away at a champagne glass, as I tried to identify my surroundings. I knew no one,.