We had met at a construction industry trade conference, where we were both representing the growing small businesses we owned. She and her husband bec...me fast friends with my wife and I, and we began helping each other out on larger jobs.I had been attracted to Tami on first sight. She was the kind of woman you think of as cute, with short blond hair and a small round face. I've always been attracted to short women, and Tami was barely 5 feet tall, putting her firmly on my radar. I debated if. The kind of place where rush hour lasts for thirty-five minutes, normally.I'm a technical writer, and thanks to the modern era, a telecommuter. I work for firms on both coasts, as well as in the heartland. I've been doing this job since the mid nineties; I was newly divorced, my newspaper career was going exactly nowhere, and the opportunity to make sense out of jargon appealed to me.So, I relocated to this city, found a nice quiet house in a small subdivision, and settled into what became a. Oh no!”“Hang on,” said Miram, laughing still, and Phoebe screamed some more, and down they went. The landing was an exercise in terror. If she’d eaten anything all day, Phoebe would surely have thrown it up. Instead she was left heaving up nothing while crouched in dry grass and pebbles, her knees and the palms of her hands scuffed and scratched from sliding in the dirtMiram, on the other hand, touched down quite easily, abandoning the pole and walking right by Phoebe to join the festivities.. And yes, it's really clear, both of them are asleep."The door opened and I went to the bathroom. The girls followed me. "What happened?" asked Erin."I got cut," I answered. I rolled up my shirt sleeve and started washing away the blood.Erin got closer and looked. We both watched as the cut began healing, knitting its self shut before our eyes. When it was closed there wasn't even a scar left."Well, I'm not as worried as I was before," Erin said.I nodded. I couldn't agree more that it was good.