The participants didn't like the seating, then the room was too hot. Finally the real work started with the architect, who at first could do no wrong....After four hours with Mr. Bozman he agreed to redraw the blueprints. He also agreed to them being reviewed by our committee before a final printing for the construction team. The architect was the easy part.I took lunch orders from the group to have it delivered. There was a local restaurant that had great food and fast delivery service. That. For a long time I passed it off as wishful thinking. After all, my grandmother, god rest her blessed soul, used to advise me in her own grandmotherly way, “Don’t shit where you eat.” Which in this case I took to mean, “Don’t fuck your neighbor’s wife.” But even dear old grandma could not have imagined the temptation of this sweet teacher’s ass. I began to suspect that the flirtation was not purely imaginary when she broached the topic of our culture’s sexual repression. That particular morning. I thought that there was nothing about this girl that wasn’t absolutely perfect, and then a mini van pulled up right in front of us. The woman driving was really hot. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She had brown hair, and looked like she was a smaller woman, from what I could tell from her sitting down, and her chest looked like it was irregularly large for her size and body type. As I looked closely at her she really looked a lot like Sara. For some reason as I was looking at. Diana gave thanks that her brother was doing well.When it was Dan’s turn, he was slow to say anything. He thought about how Tom had given him the articles to read so that he would have a direction in life even when Tom wasn’t around. He thought about how his sister watched out for him. He thought about the support that his parents were providing.After a few seconds, he said, “I’m thankful for friends and family who care for me. I’m thankful for everyone who supports me as I am making my way.