And of course most said they would see me at dinner.A middle aged couple asked me where I was staying and I told them in the RV park and they said the... were also. They asked if I was headed back to my RV and I said I was so they said they would walk with me. “Are you here alone,” the woman asked. “I’m here with my brothers,” I replied.“Oh, that’s nice, where are they?” she asked. I told her resting up from driving.The man asked, “How may brothers?”“Two. We are on a cross country trip and. .. " Karen told her with a sad smile."He'll be okay," Jen said positively."We're praying," Karen told her. "Where's Robby?" she asked Ryan."He's at home. He'll be okay," he answered. "Where's Dad?" He's getting coffee for us." Oh." Ryan sat down in the chair in the waiting room. Jen sat next to him, tired, but deep down feeling a rush of adrenaline that she was with him again. She looked around the room, hating the sight of the shiny linoleum floors and the feel of the chair beneath her."Ryan,. Beth." There, the cat was out of the bag. I'd written a hot little story once about Sara, her friend, Beth, and me, describing in great detail the fun we all had after I had come home from a night out while they'd been babysitting. Her friend had always seemed more sexual, more outgoing. And I'd hoped they'd both be awesome to fool around with, so I wrote a little story to that affect. "I want to read it." It wasn't a request. Well, I'd gone this far, I might as well let her, I thought, hoping. On the drive home, back to her small first apartment, they lapse into the conversations that have kept them going. No one understands her as well, can talk about so many things, real things, as he can. Once inside she is not sure what to do. The apartment seems cramped when filled with two. He is not tall, only five foot eight, yet his training shows through in the wide shoulders and tautly muscled arms. His legs are powerful from years of running and long-ago high school athletics. His.