But to be honest the whole thing surprised me, too. It seemed as if it were happening to someone else, and I wasn't in control any more. It just... ha...pened, and I... I was a spectator."After Anne brought their coffee, they sat in silence thinking about what they'd done. Stan sipped his coffee, then continued, "I'm not very good at talking about things, Anne. So please, if this doesn't come out in a way you can understand, tell me before you turn on me, huh?"Anne smiled. "Okay! I'll give you a. I thought..” “I know what you thought Adam. It’s OK don’t worry.” He looked at me again, but he didn’t just look at me, he was obviously undressing me with his eyes. “So, ummm... would you do some extra photos?” He asked, the nerves evident in his voice. “I’m happy with what we’ve done today Adam, but I think we should leave it at that,” I said, a little unconvincingly. He looked at me understandingly and sat on the arm of the sofa. “When I said you were gorgeous Danielle, I meant it,” he said,. I don’t know how we lasted two months without just ripping each other’s clothes off right there on the sofa. I was nearing the point of simply announcing to Whitney that Dave would be spending the night. Of course, Thanksgiving and Christmas added to the stress and the fight that occurred on the basketball court during the holiday tourney didn’t ease tensions. It wasn’t much of a fight. Whitney had been fouled. The next thing I knew, one of her teammates took a swing at the offender and laid. .hi. Can I help you?" She asked.Josh tried to pick his words carefully. "Do you remember me?"She began to look nervous. She wasn't used to this line of questioningfrom a stranger. "Um...yeah," she said, although Josh couldn't be sure ifshe was lying."What's your name?"The cashier frowned. "Lyda."There was a twitchy, bird-like young man behind Josh. "What the hell isthis, a make-out session?" He squawked angrily. "Some of us have placesto be."Josh did his best to ignore him. "I've got to talk to.