I’ve enjoyed talking to you.”He drove off, thinking of where he might bathe and shave and get his clothes laundered. He now saw himself both unkem...t and ill-dressed. After the first week, Richard had been “camping”: sleeping on the flooring in his swag, washing in the nearer creek.“More like a churl in rusty armour!” he said to himself.He stopped at the Richards and booked for one night. He went to the room, showered and shaved, walked to the hairdresser and asked whether they’d trim his hair. “Don’t you need to call them first? You know, to remove all the aforementioned rose petals and all.”“Nah, they’re pretty good at anticipating things like this.” Actually, I’d just sent a mental message to Shani regarding it.On the drive home, she leaned over (I have those crummy bucket seats) and ran her hand gently along my thigh, occasionally rubbing it over my continuing erection. It’d only gone down intermittently during the course of the evening. I tried holding her as much as I could, but. "I'm not sure Thomas I do have feelings for you." She kept her head down waiting for the rejection she knew was coming and probably his scorn also."I..." he started taking a big gulp. "I have feelings for you. I tried to deny them but they are there. I know that we can never be together though. I would hurt you, I couldn't do that, ever. I'm so sorry that I'm a freak Violet."With tears falling from her eyes Violet told him, "There has to be a way Thomas. If Mary can take Nick there has to be a. I put on a pair of charcoal gray pajama bottoms, and the top of my black, Chung-moo-doe uniform, so I could operate with total stealth. I darted across the street and up the hill to his backyard, then crept silently up to the basement window where the shade was only half-closed. I had a perfect view of the two of them. They were perched on the couch where I had been sitting an hour earlier, watching TV and making out. The girlfriend (her name was Jodi) had on this clingy, cobalt-blue.