“What boy?’ I asked somewhat sternly “Just a guy in my chemistry class.” “What’s his name?” I asked her. “Jeff”, she told me. “We...l, I’d like to meet him”, I told her. Just then I saw Ashley smile at me from the corner of my eye. “Why are you giving me the third degree?” Jessica asked, “Am I not allowed to have guy friends?” “It’s not that”, I said, “I just want to make sure you’re safe.” Jessica rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine.” “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady”, I told her sternly, and. Cindy had never been there before and wanted to see it and to drive on the beach. We rolled in about 2:00 pm and I was feeling pretty tired from the partying and sun. I wanted to take a nap but Cindy wanted to hit the beach. She settled for going down to the pool while I stayed in the cool air conditioning of the room. After about an hour I woke up and decided to sit out on the balcony of the room. We were on the sixth floor and fortunately the room overlooked the pool. I grabbed my camera and. Three-day weekends should be the norm, not the exception. It had been another long work week, and then Steve got me all excited on Thursday. I could still remember how he smelled and how he tasted – at least I think I could.I should not have told him that I’d call him. Now the responsibility was on me to make the first move. If I didn’t, I’d have to feed him some lame “I lost your card” line if we met again. I had seen him first at Mass, and I didn’t want to be always watching out for him.. Sandy was sitting on our front porch when I drove up. I wondered why it had to be Sandy. Why did she call? Why was she the one sitting on the front porch? She was dressed just as she was all through high school: a long sleeved plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up near her elbows, Levis with a western belt and oval silver buckle, brown worn boots. Her hair was in a pony tail, longer than I remembered but just as blond. She met me in front of the porch and hugged me briefly. ‘I’m glad you.