. what does she mean "staying with us"?And what's all this shit about sleeping in separate beds...no fuckingway!" he bravely continued thinking to him...elf."Now remember what I taught you sweetie," said Maria. "Nice gracefulsteps"Slowly Jim teetered in his stilettos to the side wall of the living room.As he did so the now almost natural sway to his hips began to reappear.When he got to the other wall he thankfully remembered to swivelgracefully on the smooth yellow sole of one shoe, to face the. I finished all my boring housekeeping, then I moved to the computer. I went onto the news site first, then to the pro/con site.I passed some time in all those sites before I got the least bit worried about my missing truck. Inside I knew when I came back from the river, that the missing truck meant Dawn was gone and wasn’t coming back. I needed to report the truck stolen, and Dawn as a missing person. I didn’t because I wanted to give her a chance to return on her own.My plan was to give her. Except I'd told him that I'd mind the store so it was okay for him to go out for his favorite double mocha latte which, for him, involved at least a half hour of flirting with the barista.Shit!Maria was at church, becoming godmother to her newest niece. Mom was hosting an open house -- yeah, even on Sunday -- and Elaine was tending to a laboring mother-to-be whose baby didn't care what day it was. There were no other archers or spectators, so I was very much alone on the range with a homicidal. I froze, unable to devise any way out. "You know Jen," I said vaguely. He certainly did know she was likely to be more adventurous than the two of us about such things. My main hope was that he wouldn't be certain I was hinting, and over time he might conclude that I wasn't. Damn you, Jen, was all I could think."Jen happened to have her cane over here?" We'd..." I started. "We'd been talking about... ," I continued but words failed me again. "She brought it up. I don't know why," I finally.