Wow, only 2 and a half days and my body was really demanding some attention. Well, I knew what I would be doing tonight!After dinner I poured myself a...hefty rum and coke and downed it. We were in a pretty liberal house, and it was felt that it was better for us to learn responsibility over going to college and going crazy. As long as we didn't drink a lot in a night, no one cared. Luckily for me with my small body, it didn't take much.I grabbed my usual candle, and as an afterthought, grabbed. I'm also lucky I didn't tear my skirt to shreds when I threw my legs around him. God he's a big man. Flashes of that pillar, and of oak trees crashed through my mind as I reveled in his scent.I mumbled something about how happy I was to see him, carefully using Jonathon, instead of what I wanted to say. As much as I hoped for, I wasn't ready to abandon our fiction no matter how thin in case he didn't feel the same way. He corrected me immediately, and I lost it. I was so relieved and so happy. Okay. Keep your pants on. I’ve saved you some steak.”The hens and the other chicks were standing a few feet away staring at him, so he put Junior and his steak pieces on the seat and went to feed the chickens, but as he began to walk away, he kept an eye on Lila. When she came to her feet, her focus on the chicken and/or Junior’s bits of steak, Lobo snarled at her before Morales could intervene.With a quiet whine, she turned away from the chicken and laid back down.Shit, Morales thought. Was. My old friend, Pete Dennison, had been pestering me to join them, but because he understood my need to escape for a while, his boss was holding the offer open indefinitely. You just can't lose when you have friends like Pete.But back to my problem. Now I realize not every guy would think of the last six days of my life as a problem. In fact, they would probably think I was paranoid, or at least mildly psychotic for complaining about what had occurred. But the truth is, my life during this past.