He was still just as scruffy-looking as before: blond, ratty hair; unshaved face. It must be a real turn-on for women. It sure as hell seemed to be fo... my woman. Besides, I didn’t understand… his hair and the ratty whiskers looked exactly the same as in that first picture Addie had sent me… over seven weeks earlier. How the hell does that work? Doesn’t shave, doesn’t cut hair, but they don’t seem to get any longer.“Oh, I have. I told him all about two weeks ago. He’s so jealous! But I have’ta. He asked Angie, “What’s your name?” She told him she introduced himself. Despite what the other girl had told her, the two girls and Angie talked politely with John for a few minutes.After lunch Angie and the two girls went to a place where they could be alone. The girls explained that John was the son of the head football coach and the teams quarterback. His father in addition to being the head coach was also in charge of discipline for the school. They also told her that it had been rumored. It wasn't too long before I saw the familiar car approaching. She pulled up to the curb next to me and popped the trunk. I tossed my bags in the trunk and sank down into the passenger seat. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, "How are you doing. babe?" "I'm doing OK. It's good to be home." Just seeing her again was beginning to ease my feeling of exhaustion.She pulled away for the curb and we made our way through the traffic streaming away from the airport. I just sat and watched her. A while later, they decided they were buzzed enough and decided to head back home. Instead of dropping her off, Natalie suggested that Rob come inside her apartment and they order pizza and watch a movie. Rob naturally agrees, and the night progresses. They rented "V for Vendetta" from Blockbuster, and Natalie kept looking at Rob during the movie so often that he told her if she did it again, he was going to kiss her. She did it again. And again....and before he they knew it...they were making.