A bag and a coat were thrown out, and the car began to reverse. Before the girl could get up, and scream (or plead) with him to return, the car was ...ack on the road and headed back to the town. In a moment it was gone. Silence descended again, but not the complete serene silence. Now it was periodically broken by the girl's sobs, his own throbbing heartbeat and the abscence of the occassional sound of birds, which seemed to complement the pristine silence. Paras sighed. He could guess what. He will know what I truly seek and carefully plan his move. My Motherly tone will soften fast and my eyes will slant as well. My demeanor will change with eachstep I take, my advances will become more alluring. I'll steal a glance right into his eyes then shyly turn away. I'll find that spot to pose a thigh, then offer a playful wink. Without a word my eyes will speak, and Michaelsbody will shudder. If pushed by a wind I might stand before him, and press my nose on his. If the shybug flies I'll. Oh my fucking god, it was Tom Welling!!!! I couldn't believe it. I blinked. Was it really him or was it another illusion? "Hi, I'm Tom Welling. What's your name?" I heard him ask in that voice that I always have wanted to hear asking me a question. I was still on my knees, by the way, but when I saw this god of perfection, I straightened up to my height. I told him my name, yet I stammered. I still couldn't believe it. "That's a nice name." Tom Welling said as he slid the door of my bathroom. Yes. Lisa here told me you were in town. I am so excited to have you here. I’m really looking forward to ... well, you know.”Lisa could see her dad wavering. He had not wanted to come. She leaned in and gave her dad a big hug, “Just so you know, Mr. Carlson, I really had to twist my dad’s arm to get him here. This is all new and a bit strange for him.”“Oh yes. Yes. I’m sure it is.” Mr. Carlson smiled broadly at Lisa and her dad. This was better than landing a new big account.Mr. Carlson turned.