Who’s texting you?" My roommate," I responded quickly."Your roommate? Lexi is my best friend too. Why are you acting sostrange?"I felt so unprepared...right now to pretend to be a complete stranger. "Idon’t know," I said. "Ever since I got back.... I... uh." Had anxiety?" she said."Yes!" I said agreeing with her.The girl had a concerned yet...annoyed look. Did Nicole use that excuse alot?Just then a girl walked right past us, smiled and said "Hi Nicole, HiMadison," She kept walking to class.Oh,. I certainly hoped that she would be here for at least one more summer beyond this one. I had watched my young neighbor grow up from a shy pre-pubescent girl to a confident young woman. She was one of the better youngsters in the neighborhood: She never played loud music, she was always courteous to everyone, she did not dress like a streetwalker, and I do not recall having ever heard a foul word escape her lips. She was also quite serious about her studies, which was why I had a strong belief. She had a nice tan on her, with no signs of tan lines that got me thinking she likes to be out in the nude. She is almost six feet tall, and mostly because of her long legs. I couldn’t help looking them over, and staring into her olive green eyes framed by blonde hair.“What do you think?” she finally said“Well…I…um…I…you…its…” I stammeredWith a big smile she turned and bent forward. “Do you think it makes my ass look big?” The string to her thong was so thin I forgot she was wearing panties.. There was a restaurant or two at each location. There were also public restrooms, a bank, an insurance office, room for additional growth, a small apartment for visiting employees (or me), and offices for the trucking company. I had my place in Orlando with Doug and an apartment in our office building in Nashville.I got in the habit of working twelve to fourteen hour days, six days a week. I started with the land buyers. This was a coordinated plan, so we placed the options on most of the.