Had a glance of myself in the elevator mirror, my hair is a mess! I tried to tidy up my stubborn wavy hair. It’s been six months since I had a prope... hair cut. Note to self, I need visit the salon ASAP! But on the second thought you love my hair long. Caught myself smiling, I remember the times you run your fingers through my hair. Tucking it behind my ear, then placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. The lift reached the first story, I passed by the lobby so quickly that I never noticed the heavy. ? Why did she say that? Oh. She thinks I’m a New Agey Pagan or something like she is. Thank goddess ... um, goodness! What on Earth is wrong with me? Her passport was stamped again, and she was done and through.She got off the underground tram at Concourse C for her connecting flight. She had been wired for sound since Turkey, and as the adrenaline faded she felt exhaustion beckon. Starbucks. I need a Starbucks. Spotting one, she moved over to the side of the corridor and then into line. She. “Hello Todd, I’ve been expecting your call.”“You were? Why?”"I know about last night."“You do?” Todd is stunned to hear her disclosure. “How could you possibly know about last night?"I just spoke with Mom, and she told me everything."“She did? Why on earth would Mom share something so private?”“It was all my fault it happened. I kind of went overboard with a prank that got completely out of hand.”“What the hell are you talking about, Amy?”Amy takes a deep breath and says, "All those times you. . special comfort eh?"Paul nodded slowly, and well the rest's been history.Back to the present, Paul walked over to the bed where Mrs. Erickson laydown on. Her sensual lavender perfume was intoxicating. They had alwaysarranged a meetup, a private session, on a Saturday night. Afterwards hewould get a nice fat deposit in his back account from Mrs. Erickson, apersonal gift if you will. He made sure he got his schoolwork done forthe week in time for this, so as not to disappoint Mrs..