.there you were busy cleaning out the garage next door.... i got out of the cab and moved up the driveway...you came out sweat running down your brow..... i greeted you and we smiled and exchanged hand shakes as my hand took yours i could feel the excitement rush through me although you were in your sweats they clung to your body showing all that i needed to conjuror up a picture of your soft cures...you excused your appearance but i told you that it was quite alright and that i thought that. We ate, hearing the sound of the mower out in the back yard as we did so. The sandwiches were good, and I ate three of them. Mr. Parsons only had two.When we got done eating, we went out into the back yard and took a look at the area where Hans had mowed. The grass there was cut to about a quarter of an inch. You couldn't putt on it, but you could sure use it as a target to shoot at. After thanking Hans, we went and retrieved our bags, then set up five different areas to shoot from. The. I had responded that I cared for him as I had gotten to know him, but I had been hurt so much in the past that I was wary and not sure of what I had wanted to do. He had promised to be patient and we had left things at that. I had been to visit him twice when my friend had gone to visit Joel, her boyfriend. They were not contact visits, I could just talk to him on a phone, but at least I could see him. I looked over at him and he had placed his head against the car window, his eyes were closed. Afterwards, feeling energized, Sam headed to the basement weight room to work off the pent up emotions the force of nature named Sherry had created. Thursday, Sam called his Mother and informed her about Chris’s bad report card, and asked if it would be okay for Sherry to stop by and work with Chris. Once everything was set, time dragged. Friday night finally arrived. After stopping home to clean up, Sam pulled into the farmhouse driveway. Mother, Chris and Sherry sat at the picnic table, in.