"Linda." I spoke the first name that came to me and it left a sour taste inmy mouth just to speak the lie, but I saw no other option.If I'd guessed ri...ht, I had not been born yet. Even if I was wrong, and I'dlanded myself in some area of New Haven, I'd never been before, which seemedunlikely, there was no way to prove my identity. So, I could either telleveryone what had happened or play it safe and put on a bit of a show.Since, the former of my two options stood a good chance of landing me in. She kept her hair short and had a physique designed to compete and by that I mean pretty flat chested, an A cup probably and a fairly muscular build but a little lanky and obviously not very curvaceous. Built for speed you might say. I'm not saying she looked like a Russian weight lifter or anything I have always found her attractive and one of the sweetest girls I know. We even played show me your and I'll show you mine when we were in grade school and she was the first girl I ever kissed. IN. “She’s a real trucker. She didn’t have Monday to Wednesday off but we got to ride with her in her cab and that included sleeping in the berth at night. I might become a trucker, too.”“Wasn’t it awfully crowded in the berth?” I stupidly asked.“We found both interesting and comfortable positions,” Nanette laughed. They dragged me over to Nanette’s house and demonstrated a couple of those positions.Rachel and Livy went to Chicago Wednesday to pick up Beca. We skyped that night as we all wished. Her hair, normally very straight, was teased back and almost wavy, as if she had been sleeping and had been too hot and woke up to check on her husband. I watched her thighs, knees, legs and feet intently. This was by far the most I had ever seen of Hearts. She looked at us as if a little surprised to still see us all here and then walked over to King and started to rub his shoulders. “You are still playing?” she asked, her lovely soft voice giving just the hint of a lisp, suggesting.