“Oh nothing my love, just some girl talk, that’s all,” Karen answered.“You two started that already?” He kidded.Dan and Karen prepared the m...als as Wendy watched. She felt jealous of Karen, seeing Dan touching, joking, and laughing with her. She and Dave used to be like that long ago.“How long have you two been together?” Wendy wondered.“We’ve known each other for twenty-two years now,” Karen smiled proudly.“Wow and you two still act like teenagers? I think I’m jealous. No, in fact I know I’m. I moaned softly, wanting nothing more than to drift back into darkness again.Those hands were strong, kneading my shoulders, then my neck and down my back, warming me.I felt strangely groggy, asking whose hands were on my back…I noticed my arms were stretched above my head, firmly bound to some kind of bedposts, perhaps.Pinned down onto my stomach, I could not even turn my head.I tried to sit up, but a hand on the small of my back kept me down. The deep voice whispered in my ear I should enjoy. They all remembered being impressed when I brought a load of his souvenirs in to class for a show and tell. I said that her dad could be away in the Navy or the Army or whatever on secret work. Joy nodded gratefully at not having to explain any more. Joy was not part of our gang so I did not have much to do with her until a couple of weeks later our teacher was taken ill with chicken pox and we had a replacement who was more than a c***dminder. In one `lesson’ she had us sat around these. “What did you come up with?” Alan asked.“I planned to help you with whatever you all decided. I personally think we should do all three, so we don’t need to poll the juniors. The app and tables would only involve a few people to get done, but would leave a lasting legacy. The homeless project is something the junior class could all do, and we could involve the whole school.“Jan, Wolf and Ms. Jaroslav should work on the tables. Ms. Jaroslav, you need to get approval for us. Alan and Stacy can.