" She handed me that card back and I wrote down my cell phone number for her."Seven six zero, what place has that area code? It sure isn't from around...here." No, that is a California area code. That's where I'm originally from. I had that number when I first moved back here and I've just kept it. With the plan I have, it doesn't matter where I'm calling from." I could tell you weren't from around here, but I wouldn't have guessed California. Why would you ever leave beautiful California to come. He went out a few minutes ago to pick up some snacks for the two of you to pig out on while you watch TV and enjoy the time you both have off.Suddenly you hear a knock at the door. You hesitate for a moment, confused. “He must have locked it behind him by accident,” you think to yourself out loud. You hop up off the couch, walking over to the door excitedly, hoping to find your boyfriend with an armful of snacks and junk food. As you swing the door open, your face flushes red as you realize the. "Now, what's this that you said was so important?" I ... I really don't know where to begin," she sighed, taking a sip of the steaming brew."Try the beginning. I find it's a good place to start any story," he chuckled.And so for the next thirty minutes Marsha spun the story precisely as it had happened, leaving nothing out. She paused a few times, especially when it came to the parts about Trent and their affair, but she struggled through and in the end felt better although she was no longer. History is nil.’ So, Sam launched into an explanation of some Boston highlights. The founding fathers’ names obviously meant nothing to this foreigner but she appeared to soak up what Sam was saying, like a sponge, maintaining eye contact. She thought, while he talked, ‘Wow! A Caucasian I wish I could hold in my arms. He must be struck by me because he can barely tear his eyes away from my face and body. I am quite sure he restrains himself from reaching out to hold me. But we dare not because.