Everyone still talked about Hurricane Marco as thought it happened yesterday.Lisa and Jim were sitting with the three lingering over a Friday night di...ner. Things were going slowly since neither Mel or Steph had learned very much about the Circle, the philosophy, or the habits of the members.The dinner conversation had revolved around how careers were chosen and changed; Dave wondered about the two nurses. They too worked at the main hospital and they knew Grace and Lisa. Lisa had suggested she. I asked Dee to step up onto the trunk, making our heights much closer so I could look directly into her eyes and we kissed for the first time. At first our lips remained closed but then passion caught fire in us and our tongues slid into each others mouths, exploring and tasting each other. My hands dropped to her magnificent boobs and I tweaked each nipple through the cotton tee shirt, rewarded with a sigh of pleasure from Dee. A shaft of sunlight had made its way through the overhead canopy. "Not scared, are you?" she asked, innocently. She wasn't being deliberately mean, she was just still really giddy from our fun in the sun."No. Of course not," I said, still peering down at the fish, just in case one of them decided to nibble something more sensitive than my toes. "Piranhas don't live in the ocean, do they?" I don't think so," she said.Somehow that failed to reassure me. It must have got her thinking, too. By mutual unspoken agreement, we headed back to shore.When we went back. I really hope that chick calls me. I am itching for a race. After I get back to the dorm room, I sit around for an hour waiting… No. Anticipating a call, or at least a text, but nothing happens. I finally decide to get in Eleanor and drive around for a few hours. I take some time to explore the city, waiting for a text. Nothing, not even a single beep from my phone. After a few hours, my phone finally goes off. I don’t even look at the caller I. D. before answering it.“Hello?” “Yo, James, where.