”Di – “Curious it seems… Somebody could have caught you and then it would have been big news.” (with a sarcastic laugh)Me – “But they di...n’t, right?”Di – “Yeah they didn’t. So were you successful then?”Me – “No. The window distorted the view. So I tried to open it and that was when you were alerted.”Di – “Thank god. Did you try it anytime later?”Me – “Nope. Thereafter, fear dominated that feeling and I stopped”Di – “Great. At least you used your brain then.”Me – “I use it all the time but. Can I think about it for a while? Sleep on it and get back to you?” “What? Uh, oh! Sure! Yeah, think about it. Yeah. Here, though. You should take my cell number. You can text me, if you like.” “Oh! Okay, that's a good idea. You take mine, too ... ” We exchanged cell numbers, then sat in very awkward silence, eventually broken by Sheare. “So I guess I'll drop you home now, will I?” Suddenly, inexplicably, I wanted to get out of that car as soon as possible. So I quickly lied. “No, that's. I don't feel my muscles so much then."She again walked toward me, handed me another j, then walked backward again. Why did she do that, I wondered? Always facing me? She perched back on her stool and I laid out again on the lounge.This time around she seemed to be tossing her head a bit, those blond curls waving in the late morning light, glistening, sparkling. Those legs kept bouncing, and I swear she was opening them up a bit, for there was certainly a darkening void between her legs that. When I was ten, Mom moved the two of us to San Diego. I am now nineteen and am attending a nearby community college. I don't really have a major as of yet but, if anyone asked me, I would tell them I was leaning towards wanting to be a teacher.Mom and I got along great with each other. We rarely disagreed about much of anything. She pretty well kept to herself, often telling me that she didn't need all that many friends because she had her handsome young son to take care of her. Then, the day.