Jake's thoughts had immediately turned to Ryan as soon as Sydney had mentioned him. God fucking dammit, he couldn't even drink in peace. Tossing back ... third, he slammed the glass down, startling poor Sydney into silence mid sentence. Jake stared down at Sydney, the barely contained rage probably clearly visible in his slate gray eyes. Sydney for his part had the good sense to shrink away and keep his trap shut. “Where's Ryan?” asked Jake, surprising himself with the ice in his gravelly voice.. One vacation I was at home and saw the old log. It was my sophomore year. I brought the log back with me.’ He slid his hands up the side of her legs, resting his hands on her hips. She played with the hair at one of his temples. ‘I looked at that damn log for a good six months before I found what I wanted. In my spare time, between classes, part time work and partying with my friends of course, I worked on that log, trimming it down, shaping it the way I wanted it.’ He grazed her sides as his. ' I'd always been a packrat, so I started with my own junk, throwing away valueless things like love letters I'd received in high school, a subway ticket from ajourney on the Paris Métro when I was 16, a photo of me with my first love before her high school graduation. Things that might be of value or interest I cataloged and tried to figure out the appropriate person to bequeath them to.One night, as I slunk out to get the mail from the box down the street, I heard a car door close. "Yes they are very nice' he stammered.As he looked down at her he became aware that her raised leg showed a verysimple, nicely cut pair of white cotton knickers, with her crotch in full view. Susan looked him deeply in the eye and keeping her eyes fixed on Stephensall of the time as she swiveled the chairs to face each other. " I think theyare fucking beautiful don't you sir?" As she spoke she lay back in her chairand carefully placed each foot on either side of him. With her legs wide.