" Look," he said, as we started across the fore court. "The text I sentlast night. It was rude. I'm not like that. " It's okay," I said, last night's ...nger burned away by this morningsevents. "Besides, it was my fault. You shouldn't have had to ask for itback. I shouldn't have kept it."We continued on, past the tall planters (a gift of the graduating classof 2001 read the attached plaque) that would be filled with blooms inthe spring but barren now except for a few dried twigs. Walking closeto. ” Bartholomew responded with a tone that said do not to say more.Caleb glared at me, and when my attention shifted to him he stalked down the hall and I followed. I watched Caleb’s back as we walked down the hallway. It was sculpted into something a Greek god would be envious of. His muscles shifted slightly as he walked and I couldn’t help but be memorized by the rhythm of it. Too soon we reached the end of the hallway, and Caleb stopped short of the door.“This is where the boys sleep.” He. Last night in my dreams I sat in my music room listening to some records, as the first of the three records on the turntable were half way through I saw the signal light in the far corner blink twice, I rose and went to the door, there you were, standing in the same clothes and hat you are wearing now. I was quite surprise to see you, for when we ran into each other earlier in the day downtown and I gave you my address I never really thought that you would come, at least not so soon and. Karen looked transfixed, her eyes the size of a startled deer, mine, I believe, were even wider as she wore absolultly nothing underneath, her golden body exposed to the warm wind and my eyes only!!. Making an attempt to quickly cover herself with her hands I gently pulled them away from her, tingling as I inadvertantly touched her body. Explaining that nobody was around why not continue the walk as I would keep an eye out for anything smaller than a horse that may stray into sight. The wind.