(not to mention getting the bl**d pressure back down to a more manageable level *grin*) ‘Time to go’ I say. I help you out of the carriage and bid...the driver farewell. You mention to me the you are wearing three inch heels and that taking a hike in the park would not be the most pleasurable thing you could think of, at the moment. I smile and take your arm in mine and you walk with me around the fountain. Again your face lights up when around the other side of the fountain you see the white. But you have to earn it. And in honor of Sunday, all the servants have the day off." Here we go, I thought.Erica Brevard thinks she's something special. In her own way, she is. She has a lovely body. Men still hit on her and she loves it, but that isn't what makes her special. It's her enthusiasm. Bill would be disappointed, I think, because I did nothing to get into her pants except have a wiener and work the Brevards up for donations. Her type seems to be represented among the arts people and. Most of the passengers got off the bus to stretch their legs and grab a coffee. The young lovers stayed on the bus, still looking intoxicated with each other.I ordered a cappuccino and a muffin from the Starbucks franchise adjacent to the service station, and took a seat at a table near the window. I had a good view of the bus, and I noticed the back of the young girl pressed hard against the window. She seemed to be squirming in her seat, and I wondered what they were up to. My inquisitive. " Why? Was David going to meet with you for lunch?" No." Bonnie couldn't stand to look at Shelly's prying, penetrating eyes. All she could do was look down and hope that the waitress would hurry up and come to take their order."Oh, you're feeling guilty," observed Shelly. "It's written all over your face as plain as if the words were neon lights flashing on your forehead!"Bonnie looked up in surprise, and just then, the waitress came to take their order. Bonnie didn't feel much like eating and.