I could tell she was about to say something sheactually meant! "Honey, it's no secret that I didn't think you'd dothis. You're not a gung ho macho m...n, like that asshole I married, butyou are a straight arrow, and not a very sharp one. If you'll pardonmy words, you have always seemed to me to be an unimaginative lunkhead,someone who was repressing Bea's natural high spirits without evenknowing it. I have often thought that a divorce from you would be agood thing for Bea. But she wouldn't. I've been relatively okay really. Just bored a lot laying here every day!" I said to her with a slight smile, and soft whispering laugh."I can imagine!" she said and smiled back at me. "Well, what I can do, is try and help your muscles relax a little, and give you a little massage. Is that okay?" she asked."Hmm, I guess so yeah!" I replied, a little unsure how a massage would help me but, to be honest, I wasn't really taking much notice of what she was saying.She leaned forward, as the buttoned. I was shocked when I saw her silhouette in the headlights. She had blossomed. We rode to her house in silence, though I did notice that she kept her hands on her thighs, fingers pointed inward, thumbs bent backward, somewhat awkwardly. I didnt have a lustful thought about her, just a wistful thought about how young and beautiful she was becoming. Wondering and jealous, knowing that her next five or so years would be filled with discovery, joy, heartbreak, and if she was lucky, love and passion.. George andMichael entered to the boys' change room, and they both sat in a benchnext to their friends Marcus and John. But that day George felt thatMichael was acting strange. He was really nervous and he just took offhis jeans and put on the shorts they wore as part of the class uniform."Hey dude, why haven't you changed your shirt yet? We're going to belate. Everybody is already at the gym," George asked."Uh, it's nothing. Why don't you go ahead? I'll reach you in a moment,"Michael said,.