She wasn’t returning his phone calls. ************* The memory of his hands on her body felt like hands on her body. Firm, but gentle touches. Soft ...aresses and fleeting, breathy kisses down her body. She fell asleep thinking about him, and woke up thinking about him, and couldn’t help thinking she shouldn’t be thinking about him. She should be thinking about something else. Anything else, really. School. The divorce. Networking for her next job. The real job, after graduation. Shed could. Perhaps I should take a few moments out to describe William. He was, by now, exactly six feet tall. He was slim but not skinny but also didn't have a defined body. He dressed rather plainly, tending to wear a dress shirt for casual wear rather than buying casual clothes. He had an attractive face, a legacy from his father, with dark hair which he kept quite short, and piercing blue eyes. He had rather large hands and feet to match which all contributed to his "attractive but slightly geeky". " Where were you last night? I waited up for you until I fell asleep. When did you see me in the lobby?" We saw you as you were coming into the hotel, and you didn't even acknowledge me. You didn't say hello or good bye or anything. Why do you care where I stayed last night?" Her voice became a bit sharper.Terry, on the other hand, was clueless. He continued his interrogation of his wife, which was probably not his best option. "Where did you get those clothes?" I bought them yesterday when he. Looking at the puddle of soda on the floor, he said, “I suppose it could have been worse.”Looking across the disaster that was the store, Sam said, “I don’t see how. I’ll never get the floor clean.”“At least I got them out of here before they did more damage,” Sean said. There was even coke on the ceiling. With Chom’s demonstration of what happens when a soda can is opened after shaking it, the entire troop decided to repeat the experiment.“They are your mechanics?” Sam asked while making.