I was still in the shower when I heard Betty yelling up the stairs. "I’m here. I’ll put the coffee on. Take your time." Betty was like one of the ...amily. She never rang the doorbell. She just walked in and made herself at home. I jumped out of the shower. Toweled off and slipped into a white Baby doll that clung to my still damp body like a second skin. I was already halfway down the stairs when I realized I hadn’t covered my near naked body with a robe. I hesitated for a moment. I’m usually a. Back to Mr Stiff. She giggled, taking the wrong meaning when she meant conservative. She had the plan: say a bright ‘Hi’ and comment what a lovely apartment and fabulous views. Easy. All she had to do was to knock on the door of 7-11 and her rehearsed greeting would flow but she’d have to be aware of not being thrown by unexpected responses or gestures from him. The elevator doors opened and Harry was standing there, smiling. Drat he was supposed to be in apartment eleven. It didn’t matter,. It was a hot summers day, the sun baking my young boy body, im mike and being only 13 years of age and hadkiller boy body, a skater kid, blond hair blue eyes, I was favoured by everyone, an even tan from head to toe. On this perticter day I was feeling the heat for sure, lucky we had a pool so I dove straight in, dad was upstairs sleeping and mum had left us some time ago so me and dad share the houseload load, I loved to feeling of the walk slashing around, water in my hair running down my hot. Quand enfin, la joie des retrouvailles s’éteint, elle monte ses affaires dans sa chambre. Elle sort ses vêtements, critique, en se disant qu’il allait falloir qu’elle revoie un peu sa garde robe, « hum, tout ça n’est pas très sexy ». Elle laisse un assez grand paquet, une enveloppe de plastique, au fond de sa valise qu’elle ferme soigneusement a clef. Elle passe quelques jours a lézarder, a aller a la plage avec sa famille, malgré l’ennui qui l’envahi imperceptiblement. Un jour, elle.