'what the fuck had I gotten myself into.' I wondered. Maybe I could do this, then talk to Bonnie tomorrow. The last thing I wanted was to be creeping ...round the building in the middle of the night like some stalking rapist.I pulled some shorts and a T-shirt on, turned off the light and headed out of the apartment being sure to leave the door unlocked. I climbed the back stairs to the third floor, and slipped into the hallway. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark and I seriously considered. Julie Thompson was 5'14, long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, great body, My Dad, he was Julie's husband was killed in a car crash when I was 2-months-old, He was coming home from a local bowling ally, he was part of a bowling team and the bowling ally was having a bowling league tournament, he and his team had won the tournament, until it started raining, it was raining so hard, dad couldn't see the road, until a big diesel truck was driving on the wrong side of the road and the headlights were on. "And you're on the cheerleading squad. If this was America, that'dautomatically make you one of the coolest girls in school!" Sadly, this is England," Laura reminds our friend. "Where I can be thecaptain of the cheerleading squad and still not be the coolest girl inthe school, thanks to mine and Ashley's- well, 'handicap' is the wrongword." I nod at Laura's comments, but suddenly, something inside mybrain clicks as I remember the advice I received yesterday."Hell yeah it's the wrong word!" I. "What did you decide? " Cathy asked."I decided that people who believe that they are in love when they first get married are fooling themselves. They are not in love. They are horny. They may be infatuated with each other, or they may actually simply be drawn together by raging hormones, but they are definitely not in love! People, I have learned, do not begin to be in love until they have lived together for many years, until they know that person as the back of their own hand, until they can.