" "Thanks for the smile." he replied. I turned and walked into the pub, wishing for more time with Tom. I had a slight hangover the following morning... so while Chris and Mike made their way across the island, I grabbed a deckchair from the accommodation and sunned myself outside, reading my book. Typical chick-lit, the heroine found herself in more and more impossibly comic situations while the hunky hero rescued her time and again. I thought it must be nice to have a hero to rescue me. I'd. He cooked for me, took me out for dinner or amovie once a week, and brought me pretty clothes. He especially lovedgetting me lacy lingerie, which I would model for him or wear to bed -something which in turn increased both his ardour and his chances ofgetting a handjob. I mean, it seemed only fair ...The College had also loosened some of their controls somewhat, eventhough it was still made very clear to me that I had no choice at allabout either my lessons or my work. While I was still. " She continues beaming at me with her arresting smile and looks me up and down once. "Want to sit with me?" Sure!" I say a little too loudly and quickly, barely containing my excitement. I sit next to her and brave a smile back at her.Thankfully, she takes over the talking, telling me lots about her, including that she lives with her girlfriend Tara not far from the beach and loves to come down to walk and to watch the ocean. I ask where Tara is and Melissa tells me that she travels a lot and. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxKimberly went to the local park. She sat alone on the swing and cried,swaying back and forth.She raised her feet and lowered her back laying almost horizontal.When she tried to return to a sitting position her feet no longerreached the ground. The whole park had gotten bigger. She lookedaround. the slide looked more fun than it had a moment ago but otherthan that she couldn't understand why the park was bigger. Perhaps shewas shrinking.She looked around and her car.