Living in the county seat makes that easy, but it was a big deal for her. When I was eight, she and Dad took us to the Meadowlands for the State Fair....I think it was Mom's first time, because she wanted to try everything. I was a third grader going, "This ain't nuttin'.", but it didn't dampen her enthusiasm. Mom has this incredible ability to live in the moment.Anyway, you see the pictures, maybe some video from YouTube, but everyone says you had to be at the wedding fair to believe it. God. His enthusiasm for Russia and art was infectious, and I felt I had found a kindred spirit. The student-teacher boundary always held, of course; he was scrupulously professional, and I found something strangely sweet in his comical struggle to look me in the eye or quite reconcile himself to calling me 'Tori'. My friends thought him stuffy and uptight, but they didn't get it. Behind the shyness was a brilliant, selfless, wonderful man; how could anyone not see that?Even at eighteen, my heart. She was wearing a nightshirt that fell about mid thigh and revealed her long slim smooth legs. "I knocked, but you didn't hear me," she said. "I couldn't sleep. Maybe it will pass, but this pace just gives me the creeps." I was looking at her in a strange catatonic manner that caused her to reach out her hand and touch my shoulder. Her hair was loose and fell partially over her face in a very appealing way. "I couldn't sleep either," I finally muttered from the depth of my stange stupor. . "Weren't you, Mr. Henderson?" "Well, yes uh... I suppose I... well, you know how... " he stammered, still not looking at his wife."Your husband is very nice," Lori said, deliberately running her hand along his upper arm. Rob shivered, looking as he wanted to run away and hide someplace. "I like him."After a few minutes, Lori got to her feet and said she had to go. "Will you see me to the door, Mr. Henderson?" she asked in a low voice."Well, sure," he mumbled, getting to his feet and moving.