She was only about 4’11” and maybe 90 pounds, with a gymnast’s muscles. She was somewhat tanned all over, as though she had a habit of lounging ...y the pool naked. I heard tales that agility and smarts played a part in football, but still, I had a hard time imagining a girl like Dominique on the field. She was so beautiful and so delicate, like a blossoming flower in an old oak forest. I wanted to take her by the hand and lead her out of here, to take her away from this smelly, masculine locker. Ada learned of the death of Peter Fair, at the Anzio beachhead landing in February 1944, when a tearful Aunt Martha called her from the Slater post office and told her all of the Colorado government offices had been told to fly their flags at half staff for their fallen congressman. Martha’s husband, Thaddeus, who had been close to Peter since they had been sent from Detroit over twenty-five years earlier by James Shaffer to drive Ada and her family from Indiana to Colorado, was devastated by. Who really cared? She surely didn't.Especially not while her lips were pressed warmly against Harry's, both of them fighting to deepen the kiss.His hands were all over her, touching her stomach, rubbing her hips and squeezing the roundness of her arse. She washardly doing anything less, her fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt, pulling it from his trousers. Ginny pulled her lipsaway from his only to replant them on his neck, slowly trailing kisses down towards his collar bone.Harry moved his. " How about your own children?" I ask the brown-haired woman, bringing alook of confusion to her face."Umm..." Stephanie says cautiously. "I've- I've kinda, you know... Gotthe same 'problem' as you- heh, when Mary said you were expecting achild, there was a moment I actually thought you were pregnant, beforeI, you know, 'remembered'..." Yeah, I wish," I say with a snort of laughter. "...And you know, Iactually DO wish that, at times..." Think every girl does at some point," Stephanie whispers..