Walking with Max through a square, she saw a woman approaching her on a bicycle. She immediately recognized who it was. It was Ana, her contemporary d...nce instructor. In fact, Ms. Dora preferred yoga classes, but for a while, to keep fit, she went to contemporary dance classes. That's how she met Ana. Ana was a sweet woman. She was a ballerina at the National Theater, but her career was failed. Her, indiscipline, various unsuccessful love affairs, as well as numerous unfortunate bodily injuries. Well, lead on, he said, I'm sure I'll be fully grown soon!Di led him round the office, the warehouse, got the usual coarse remarks from the drivers and then somewhat later sauntered back into the office. Right then she said, conscious that hardly a word had passed since, I think Sharon wanted you to wait in here and she knocked and entered Sharon's office.It was empty.Ben entered behind her and closed the door. Oh look, he said she's not here and with that he moved right behind Di and reached. She wished her bleeding would stop. She had regretted leaving the boat and Evan. When she realized Gina was going to get the little boat, she stopped swimming and gasped "Gina. I go place." Uh, you go to camp?" Tania had noticed that when she wanted an answer, Gina ended with a higher tone of voice. But Evan didn't. Maybe men and women talked differently. "Yes. Tawny go camp." She turned and swam along shore, downstream, enjoying the new way that was so much faster. She got to her place quckly,. "Go easy on her," Shannon whispers as she steps out of my car, and gives me a quick peck on the cheek."Shannon tells me you figured it out. How did you do it?" Shanna's arms are tucked under her breasts, breath misting in the cold air. She isn't wearing a coat, or a bra by the look of it, so I invite her into my warm car, before answering her question.I decide that my earlier comment about 'like requiring trust' still holds and I DO like Shanna. "You and she may look the same, but you both act.