Pleased to meet you, although”, and she meaningfully glanced about to indicate my home and her under dressed state, “it appears that we are alread..., er, ‘acquainted’, so to speak!”I provided my baseline, “wha d’fug?” blank look, and followed up with an explanatory narrative. “Rescuer? What are you talking about?”She put the cup down, and sidled over to me, wrapping her arms over my shoulders, drawing me until her forehead rested against my own. This placed her breasts against my lower chest,. I needed something to occupy myself in Cheryl's absence, so I fired up my laptop and lost myself in for a while. At 11 I shutdown the laptop and took a quick shower before crawling into bed with my latest John Sandford novel. I probably drifted off to sleep by about 11:45. Being a light sleeper, I woke when Cheryl came in a short time later. Although the room wasn't well lit (one small lamp had been left on), I could see that she was looking a little nervous. She was startled when I spoke to. Matthew: Well, it doesn’t matter right? We’ll get to know each other better over time right?Adam: Yea, probably.Matthew: I have another question.Adam: What?Matthew: Do you want to be gay in public?Adam: Well, it would kill all your fan girls on the inside so yea I do want to be with you in public.Matthew: Fan girls?Adam: Yea, you don’t notice the troupe of girls that follow you around in the halls all day long and flirt with you?Matthew: No actually I never noticed them.Adam: Well it should be. " Scared shitless, more like. "On top of everything else..."Hazel touches my hand, by that finger stump. Tears rise; seems easierto cry now. She passes an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. Aweek ago I couldn't have tolerated this, when Hazel had been a strange.Now she feels like something I've never known. So, like a properdaughter might, I return the embrace.8.On Braiding Hair.If, like me, you can let your hair down and feel its extremitiesbrushing the small of your back then braiding.