It always reminded me a little of the pictures of Anne Frank that I'd seen in magazines. Anne Frank's photographs, though, were black-and-white and a ...ittle blurry, whereas Millie's features always came through sharp and clear.Still, Millie seemed to have the quality of a waif about her. She was young-looking and very thin. She looked as if she needed protecting.I was eager to meet her at last. She wasn't my girl back home, but she was as close to it as anyone. As anyone in Indiana or Georgia.. It was like my brain had been asleep the entire time I stood there watching them.I walked over to the bathroom and went in to dry off. I toweled my hair dry and removed my T-shirt and wrang it out in the sink. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror for a really long time, wondering what the fuck I was going to do. Just then the door opened and Carrie walked in absently, laughing to someone behind her and she made her way into the bathroom. “Oh!” she said when she noticed me, and I smiled. She: Now, let’s sleep. It has been an unusually long and tiring day. Tomorrow is Sunday and I have more tasks and surprises in store.Both us were naked. We hugged each other tightly. I felt her nakedness against me, her warmth and love and dozed off.When I woke up, my girlfriend was already off the bed. I couldn’t find her in the bathroom. I guessed she must be making breakfast. I found my way to the kitchen and there she was in white cotton pantie and t-shirt that left little to the. Dinner was a quiet affair that evening. Even I could tell that there was some tension between Joe and MaryAnn. I wondered what she meant about the gym in the afternoon.I expected to be the only one in the gym the next morning, but when I arrived MaryAnn had Joe on the treadmill. She set me up on the circuit machines, increasing the weight on each by another five pounds."John, you're doing really well, soon you'll be catching up to Joe."I seriously doubted that, but took the compliment anyway. I.