As I moved the earth, I made sure that my knees were not pointed at Charles. No use in being that obvious; besides, he would have to show interest. It...could not be all me. He swung out of the hammock and walked to the fence. My heart skipped a beat."What kind of flowers are those, Amy?" Actually, all kinds, Charles. If you like some flowers, I will bring some over some time." That would be nice of you. I do enjoy flowers."As I talked to him, I was still squatting, and my knees pointed straight. She packed up her laptop and grabbed her coat. When it was snowing or raining, she wore her parka from LL Bean. One sure thing she had learned about winter from Carol was that warmth and comfort were more important than fashion. Still, she liked to look good too. It was just cold today, with no chance for snow, so she had worn her long camelhair coat. Another good thing about winter was that it allowed her to wear nice leather boots. Carol kidded her that she was developing a fetish concerning. Then one night I couldn’t sleep and signed on to ICQ. I was more than a little sexually frustrated and frankly was looking for an online lover. She was online, and I knew I really didn’t have much hope of finding what I was looking for by chatting with her. I messaged her and we chatted for a while. I told her that I wasn’t able to sleep and she confessed that she had that problem, too. I decided that I would need to look some place else for the relief that I needed. Just as I was saying my. She considered playing dumb, considered acting as if she did not understand, as if she was not aware that he had said ‘a couple buttons’, not just one. Looking back down at her paper, she pretended to continue to draw for a moment, sensing him moving on his chair, and a confrontation likely. Slowly, as if she was not aware she was doing so, (though she was this time), she reached one hand up to play with the second button, very slowly moving it to and fro. Undoing this button would cause her.