C. didn't appear to notice the look of disbelief on Brock's face."She's a lot like me," J.C. continued. "She's from a small town in Alabama and the on...y way she managed to get out was through her athletic skills. We had a great conversation on the way back." Which didn't appear to include the number of people she might see when she arrived," Brock pointed out helpfully. J.C. turned to look where the other three men were gazing."Uh, no," J.C. confessed. "It really didn't seem important. I mean,. However, I can't escape the thought that the certain something that we shared way back then has been rekindled, in each of us, and so I'm going to pursue it. You read it right---I am going to pursue having a new relationship with her. The mere thought of the "second time around" with her is totally, completely, and absolutely exciting! During our messaging, I will be, first and foremost, a perfect gentleman and a genuine friend. However, I will also have my antennae wide open for any and. The cause of my distress was the man sitting next to Erica. I had not seen him in years, but even if I did not recognize his face I could never forget his laugh. God knows I had heard it enough. More than enough! None other than Mick Donnoly, the bane of my existence, number one on my list of characters from childhood I never wanted to see again, the bone-headed, ham-fisted farmboy who pinned the hated nickname of 'Nelly' on me in the first place, had returned to torment me.I was fully awake,. They were in the midst of the storm, with rain blowing in from one side or the other depending on the gusts.He unsnapped her bra, slipping his hands around to support her breasts when the bra didn't. He played with her nipples. As thunder rolled directly overhead like an express train, he slid the dress off her arms and over her hips. She was dressed only in panties and sandals when the next lightning flash illuminated them, but the rain hid her.He kissed her ears as he held her breasts again..