Maxwell stood at his uncle’s home in Georgia. He was a tall man 6'2 with strong shoulders and a narrow waist. His black hair almost touched his shou...ders with a slight curl to it. He scanned the fields with his deep blue eyes. He shifted his feet, his heavy black boots sliding across the wood of the porch. A small bead of sweat was beginning to form on his brow. He took a deep breath and rolled up the sleeves of his grey shirt to his elbows. It was a hot Georgia day, and Maxwell wondered what. ) and she felt that it was her fault in that she failed to measure up to her partners standards.One of the things that had drawn her to me was the way I chose to communicate with her rather than either of her friends. Moreover, I did it without her friends being aware of me doing so.But there were the obvious differences in our ages. My manner of dress and the way I comported myself when compared with my companions was more to her liking. Better put--I managed to fill in her personal composite. She had tried calling him all day Sunday,but nobody answered. Not even Lance's dad. She left a message on theiranswering machine. "Hi Lance, I'm really sorry about last night. I needto talk to you. Please call me back."Lance never called back.She considered meeting Lance at his house to pick him up, but figuredthat was the last thing he wanted.Zoey got out of her car and started walking to the school when she raninto Peggy. "Hey girl, what's up?" I'm good," Peggy said with a smile. "The house. I think you have seen enough already! Come on, let’s go inside. Or else your uncle will drink up the whole bottle.We both laughed and went inside. Everyone was still talking, and the time was almost midnight. They had finished almost half of the bottle by now. Both of them were really high now. As it was getting late, Selena told uncle Jim that they needed to get going. So they got up and said goodbye and left.Before going, Selena came to me and asked for my number. I also saved her number..