Well it wasn't me who found her but out of the darkness came a cute and bubbly black girl who was laughing as she ran into me. I'll never know what sh... was laughing about but soon we were in each other arms greeting each other and laughing again.After getting our cups filled we walked over to a large log by the fire and started talking. I felt our connection start to grow by the way she kept touching my leg so I put my arm around her and as I felt the beer settle in I found myself stroking her. "She does!" Martha Jane insisted. I shook my head again. "She tells me k** stuff like...she saysbabies come from storks, and the storks deliver the babies in diapershangin' from their beaks. She's always tellin' me stuff like that." "And I take it you didn't believe it." I shook my head no. "That can't be where babies come from." "Well," she said, "maybe you ought to talk to your Mama about that." I shook my head no again. "So, have you figured out where babies come from all by your self?" "Not. I had liked her a lot when I was a teenager, and still kept up with her sometimes online, but I certainly wasn't expecting to see her on the crowded street car.I would think that being an adult with adult problems would make me less interested in my junior high crush, but as I turned around and she smiled at me, my heart beat faster. She still had the same long, silky black hair. She still had the same smooth olive skin. She was a little bit fuller in figure, as we all are, but not more than. How doesthat make you feel?" Jenny asks.I really have to think about it. Tonight has been fun. A realadventure. One that boring old Alex would never undertake. But as AlexaI am enjoying the attention. That thought strikes me odd. What ishappening to me? It seems like every time I am taking a second torealize what is going on around me, I realize that I am pushing Alexfarther back. Is that what I want to happen? If you asked me at thismoment I would have said YES in a very loud voice,.