The owner met us in the drive way, showed us around, and then left for work. Jase and I went upstairs to the master bathroom and quickly removed the ...oilet and took it outside. I went back up to clean the wax ring off (ickk!) and he went to the supply house to pick up the new toilet. The wax came off quickly, and I was left with nothing to do. I wondered out to the master and started nosing around. I opened up a few dresser drawers, checked out the old ladies panties. Then I went to the. I coasted into her driveway. There were no cars at her house. "Are you going to make it home?" Lindsey asked. "No, there is something I can do, I have tools in my trunk."Soon as I stepped out it started pouring down rain! "Come inside!" Lindsey yelled running with her jacket over her head. I ran to her front porch. She unlocked the door, "come in and wait this out." She offered. My heart was screaming "do it!" But my mind said no. "It's fine ill wait here, it wouldn't look appropriate if your. He had of course been careful, straddling the line between too much aggression on the one hand which would have frightened her (that was why he had picked the library where she knew inwardly she could stop what was happening at any moment ) and her need for him to be the aggressor (she might be frustrated, but with her upbringing she simply could never bring herself to make the first move, thus she could assuage her conscience by telling herself he had "forced" himself on her). So he had. ’ This confused me. Why was salt bad for you? I put salt in most of my food anyway. Was I doing something unhealthy? Heck, why did I care? I wasn’t unhealthy. I had an athletic body and I weighed one-hundred-twenty pounds. I wanted to ask her, but to avoid looking unknowledgeable, which I was, I decided to change the subject. We talked for a while longer and then somewhere in the midst of the conversation, I started looking at her differently. She was slightly shorter than me, and she was.