Suddenly, I grab her and she begins to struggle. I manage to get behind her and I wrap an arm around her neck and squeezed. She is strong...We struggl...d a bit more then I'm able to drag her ahead of me a few steps at a time. She fought against my every move as we slowly made our way to a door. I press her against it and tried to open the door but it is locked. " OK," I said to myself. " The hallway it is..." I pull her down to the floor with me and laid on top of her, pressing all of my weight. He introducedhimself as Greg, an art student at a local college. He askeddirections to a nearby diner. With his tall, lithe body and tannedface, he looked more like a surfer than an artist. Bending to pick up the chamois and her white hip-length terryrobe, Ellen smiled. She was appraising Greg's handsome features. Hernervous blush looked like an advanced case of sunburn. She tossed me aquizzical nod. I picked up her cue and grinned toward Greg, "We haven't eaten either." Turning to Ellen, I. Chris must have heard me because she called out from the kitchen.“Hey hot-stuff! You up yet?”“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll be right there”As always, Chris had breakfast ready with plenty of hot coffee. I staggered into the kitchen and poured a cup.I looked at Chris and grinned a little. She looked back and grinned a lot.I took a mouthful of coffee and hesitated before asking, “So, where do we go from here?” Chris put a plate of bacon and eggs on the table in my place. “Well,” she said. “We could forget. Bella had taken off her wax jacket when they had returned from the spit, and now she removed her sweater too. ‘This looks lovely,’ she said. Tom was about to say: ‘And so do you.’ But he kept the thought to himself. It had been a funny day for Tom. On the one hand, he had been looking forward to it. Or at least he had been looking forward to seeing Bella again. There was something about her that really appealed to him. But, on the other hand, he was never very comfortable with having his.