Okay.I had made the appointment for ten in the morning on Wednesday so I picked up Tonya at nine. She looked fantastic but she was wearing a little to... little to suite my needs. She strongly disagreed with my statement. So against my better judgement I took her with me. As we stood in the foyer waiting for the couple I looked at Tonya again. What got me was that her business jacket was longer than her skirt and I could see the lace of her bra in the top gap. However, the black high heels that. Darren was going to take her to the airport. I just couldn't take that pain. Karen had left, but in some destructive way, I missed her.Now I had to decide if I wanted to open up those wounds again. I had closed that part of my past for years until I received an email on my personal account:Mr. Gilliam,Are you the same Bill Gilliam that went to Franklin High School in 1975 and drove a red Pontiac? If you are, please reply. I have thought about you a lot through the years.Love, KarenI answered it. If you don't have an injury, it might bemono. We've only got four days before our next meet."The possibility of mono was daunting. The bane of highschool athletes, mononucleosis was a blood disorder thatcompletely sapped a teenager of all energy. Someone withmono was in no serious danger as long as they got propermedical treatment. But mono could last for weeks, evenmonths. And kids with mono ended up so exhausted theycouldn't even summon the strength to get out of bed, letalone compete in. I love driving that zippy little red Mercedes as well and this was definitely a weekend for that car. Jeannie looked so cute that morning. Thin, white, sleeveless, A-line sundress with a high neckline which had a large v-shaped crochet insert that plunged down between her tiny breasts. The dress was very short, displaying her beautiful muscular legs. Her tiny size 5.5 feet were in a pair of white high heel sandals with one strap over her foot and one buckled around her ankle. Pink toenail.