"I could really use that."I'm ashamed to admit it. But, at the time, the reward money interested me much more than Lancelot. After all. The rent for m... one-bedroom/bathroom apartment wasn't cheap, and I had bills and student loans to pay off. A little extra grocery money wouldn't have hurt, either.At the bottom of the page was a local phone-number, and the words - 'Ask for Curtis Hopkins'.At that point, I had made up my mind. I was going to claim the Hopkins' reward for myself. Now, I only had. FFWD to 2006, I hadn’t seen her from 2004 and looked every possibility online to see if she is active on any social media site. The chats with her with the fake ID were completely stopped as the internet connection was plugged off at her home, as she and her brothers were spending too much time playing online games and increasing the telephone bill (Dial-up connection).I joined Orkut and I thought to search for her on Orkut by her name.I searched hard and fast and many profiles with similar. But it was as if what had happened -- hadn't happened. And she was being super-careful that whatever hadn't happened wouldn't happen again!Well, I knew she had enjoyed it. Oh, yeah! But she was bothered by it, too. Why wouldn't she be? She'd be conflicted, at this point, for any number of reasons.I suspected that one thing Brenda was probably afraid about was my future behavior around other people. I mean, just about every human has had the embarrassing experience of being "humped," or nuzzled. “I like longer hair, I guess. And any color, really, as long as she’s pretty.” Brian blushed. “Sorry, that sounds way shallow.”“Not at all. We’re talking about PHYSICAL attraction right now, nothing more.” She brushed her dark, shoulder-length hair back from where it had fallen in front of her face.Smiling again, Melinda licked her lips and turned toward the coffee table, opening her laptop and unlocking it with her password. After opening Google, she considered what she was going to search.