Why am I going there? I waslucky to get out of there without him seeing me this morning!OK, now what did I want to do? I needed to call him and Thankh...m for the car, he asked me to call in his note that had thekey to the Miata.Augh! This was too confusing, I feel like I owe him so much.Grrr!!! "Ah, you call Brad and I'll call James. As for theoutfit... I don't know. Right now I think you should just returnit because there's no way I'm going to wear it." I'd pretty muchdecided that there was no. Instead, it looked like she was painting her toenails. I wondered what color it was. I couldn’t tell from here. She set the nail polish down and stretched her arms over her head, the baggy t-shirt she wore rising up and revealing a tantalizing strip of flesh between the hem and her panties. I wanted to touch it, taste her skin.Again I saw her start to turn, to look out the window, and I hurried on. My guilt grew, and I decided to officially change my walking path. It took some time to get used. . understand, Dan. Trust me, I do. I didn’t mean to make you my second choice, but I guess that happened and that’s why we didn’t have much of a chance. This was never very fair to you. It was wrong from day one. It was the classic rebound relationship, except it turned into a nine year marriage and I wish to God that it didn’t. I mean ... we had some good times, so I don’t regret everything. Believe me, we really had some good times, at least for me. I won’t lie, either.“I think that part of. I will get breakfast just like I said and then we can take it from there."Sally and Ed sat around all evening each telling the other about their childhood years. Sally's life had been one of ease until she rebelled against her father's authority. Ed's had been likewise until he lost his parents. Talked out finally, Sally showed Ed his room and said goodnight.Ed lay in bed thinking of Paul and the injustice of his disability. Wouldn't it be great if a way could be found for Paul to enter life's.