Hot coffee in hand and his mind going in circles, he managed to quietly put the cup on the floor.. those little noises he heard, he knew subconsciousl... what they were and now he knew why he instinctively stopped. He moved closer to the door so he could peer in the room and he suddenly took an involuntary breath.. there she was laying naked on the bed ( wow those breasts were everything he had imagined last year) she had her eyes closed and she was rubbing her left nipple with one hand. MICHAELWell? What was it?JENNLet me try again, maybe I can make it out this time.(Her head went back to listen) (I played it up for the gag)There it is, so faint ... it’s saying:Follow, into the open airFar from squalor and noiseFollow, someone is waiting thereSomeone who shares all your hopesAnd your joys“Someone is waiting there?” Why, my heart was saying those exact words just the other day.MICHAELIt was?JENNSure it was. “Squalor and Noise”, “Hopes and Joys”. It was telling me about all. “It’s gonna be a long day,” she said to herself. “Wonder where Billy is?”No sooner than she said that, Billy Fleming’s truck came over the hill, kicking up a nice white trail of dust about a mile down the road leading to their property. “Good, there he is,” she whispered to herself. She pulled out her thermos from the passenger seat of her truck and poured a cup of coffee for the two of them to get the day started.Sally had had a crush on Billy since she could remember. At nineteen, she, and. "There's enough loose boards stacked behind the place to build another room," he told Mary one evening as she handed him a tin plate of roast goat. "I even found an old saw back there in the lean-to. I'm going to have that place looking better than before the big quake, right shortly. Just watch and see." It's plain to see you know more than Patrick ever did about building. Why, I even feel inclined to call it a 'cabin' now." Mary was amazed at the way the place was coming into shape. In short.