He said he had. She looked at him a little funny, and then giggled. She said she had kept going for his sake; she was finished.Richard just shrugged.T...e next two weeks were a sexual awakening for Richard. Tonia was not afraid of sex. By the end of his trip, neither was Richard.Too bad she lived in Italy.The whole situation at Wexford was a surprise to Richard. Suddenly he was in a group of people where it was cool to play classical music. What was fringe in high school was now common ground.. It looked like a room out of Russia in the darkest days during the early parts of the Cold War. The other end of the room contained a table and a wooden chair. A single ringed oil stove was just big enough to heat a pan of water or milk. It was a far cry from her family home in Russia, even the neat and tidy two bedroomed apartment she had in Washington. This was basic.Nevertheless, it would certainly suffice and help her get by as nothing but a young dancer needing work. The room contained no. I could see Maria about to answer when I supplied my own answer. "The enchantress did it again, didn't she."Maria actually laughed at that. "All I know is that you need to shower and then be out the door by twelve-thirty for a long drive, and to not expect you back until one or so tomorrow." But?" I said. "Aren't we taking away your whole weekend?" And what would I do on a weekend, except sit and home and wish Toby's arms were around me?" Maria asked. "At least here, I get to watch two. He yelled most of the way. I knew I was in big trouble. I just needed to think of a way for him not to tell my mother. My mother would be devastated that I was drinking and smoking. The two things that I promised her I would never do. We finally arrived at our house. We both walked inside and my stepfather and I continued to talk in the living room. He walked over to his recliner and sat down. I stood in front of him. “I promise, I'll never smoke again. Please don’t tell my mother. I could do.