Dark hair, lightly frizzed and flowing to her chest. He could not deny her beauty, a woman who actually thinks amidst chaos, a woman willing to die fo... what she believes, and yet this preposterous beauty would never find him, for if they walked upon the same pavement on any street in the world they would find themselves staunch enemies. And he would never speak with her, never touch her or kiss her.For what seemed like hours he stared at her photograph. His sips turned into frantic gulps just. “I don’t often tell you what to do,” she said. “I learned that’s a fool’s errand. But if you don’t stay in bed, I’m going to paddle your backside. I’m not kidding this time, young man.”“I’ll stay in bed,” I said, holding up my left hand as though I was taking an oath. Her look softened. “But not because of threats of child abuse. If you had told me what was happening, I would have stayed there this morning. I made my decision on the facts I was presented. OK?”Mom nodded so I glanced at Liz.“We. Her husband asked her why her hair was a mess. She told him that she had found a lake and went for a swim. He seemed to be alright with her answer. He left and went to the restroom. When he returned he had a strange look on his face and noticed that he had a prominent bulge in his pants. He asked if she had been alone and she didn’t know what to say. He informed her that when he entered the bathroom that two men were talking about a blonde woman and two teenaged girls that had been skinny. I looked for her in "our spot" the next few days, but she never showed. The office was large enough that you might not see someone from another department on any given day or week unless you had business in their area, and there were no outstanding tech issues in the secretarial pool. The weekend passed quickly, and she was nowhere to be found the next week as well. I wondered if maybe her guilt overcame her lust, or if she thought I might try to force her into intercourse.Finally, another two.