At the end of the kitchen alcove was a breakfast nook. It was just large enough to hold a small table and four chairs.The main area of the apartment w...s the living room. It was big enough to hold a couple couches or twice that many easy chairs along with a modest entertainment center. It also had a set of patio doors that led to a small balcony that was surrounded by a low “stone” wall.The Terrace Heights Apartments was more than a mile from the University of Wisconsin. That meant it couldn’t. It wasn't a passionate kiss, and I didn't think much of it at the time.As the years passed, however, I found myself fondly remembering that kiss and wishing I had made an effort to go further.After another 7 years, I finally came up with a plan to find out how interested my mother was that would keep either one of us from being embarrassed or looking foolish.My mother had just gotten e-mail and was still a relative novice about computers. I gave her my e-mail address and, even though we only. This was quite the walk as I saw at least 6 people along the walk from my car to his were just sitting there watching me strutting along in my heels. They watched as I walked across the parking lot to the drivers side of the mans suv. he rolled down his window and we chatted a moment, a compliment, hellos, wanna go for a ride sort of conversation. and I noticed the people were still watching me. I'm sure I looked like a slut or prostitute. they watched as I walked around the front of the car. Dale’s Biker Gear,” Leland reminded his companion.“Works for me, hon,” Chantal grinned at the thought of putting her arms around Leland’s waist as they rode away on a Harley, Honda, or whatever.“Someone has watched Pulp Fiction too many times, but at least they’re only fleeing their partners, not a crime lord. I get the feeling that in this town, that wouldn’t go too far,” Amanda remarked with some dark amusement at the way that the manager and teller had carried on back at the bank.“Yeah,.