Why was it that girls could spoil something with just a single sentence? I'd really been counting the days and looking forward to Shirley finishing wi...h her school year so that the two of us could work together.I had been hoping that we could have a great summer, and get good things accomplished for the business. I had been thinking of how great it was going to be having her right there with me every day. Now, I felt like I'd been told I had to walk through a mine field wearing a blindfold. My. Tim puts these three items by the front door. On top, Abbie places a small file box with her financial information.Other knick-knacks and things are boxed. The floor is somewhat covered now. Abbie comments that it is wonderful having a king-size bed now, though all her sheets are relatively new but are for a queen-size bed. Tim tells her they will take them and her fluffy bath towels. The bed in the extra room is a queen size, so when it is redone, the sheets will work there. Couldn't she just have told me she needed more? The big question is; did she even know before today that she needed more? I believe the latter is closer to the truth than the former. I believe our brief visit to this very store last night awakened something inside of her that neither of us knew existed. I know she bought a box of condoms and brought them with her, so this was planned on her part. Nevertheless, I have no idea what drove her here without telling me first. Maybe, like me, the. "Yes I would," she said without a moment's hesitation. She just wanted to call and tell her mother that she won't be coming home and that she was spending the night over at a friend's place. We stepped out of the club with our arms around one another's waist and laughing softly. The night was cool for a late September evening and the sky was full of stars. My body was one raging ache to get her into my bed. On the elevator ride to my apartment I could barely restrain myself even though there.