At 2000 the guard at the driveway called in, “I have a couple here who claim to be Lorrie’s parents,” he said.Jonathan and Leslie Smithfield wer... a strange pair; the only time they had been to the house was when they came to check up on Lorrie after her ordeal to commit her to a mental hospital. We girls had quickly put an end to that idea.Lorrie would send them emails and pictures; sometimes it would be weeks or months before they replied. Their excuse was they were always out of the country. She looked into my eyes and smiled.?In that moment, it felt like she could read my mind. And not only did she not pity me, a pathetic?older man so completely smitten with a woman I could never have, but she actually seemed to be pleased. I melted. I would have done anything for her right then, and she knew it. "Call me Miss Hanson, Nick. I AM your boss, you know." She giggled a little, tilted her head and looked at me, waiting.?? "Yes, Miss Hanson", I whispered.She smiled at me again, and then. "I didn't mean to get carried away." Don't worry, Ricky," I said. "You don't hear me complaining, do you?" My hand was still covering his, but I was not moving his hand back toward my knee. "That shoulder massage was not that great," I said, laughing. He did not move his hand, though. He did not laugh, either. I looked at him -- he had a strange look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but he was afraid. "What's the matter, hon," I asked. "Are you okay?" "I have something to tell you,. It had been brewing since the last time his father was home on shore leave. As much as Jack wanted to speak up about it, he was afraid. He hadn’t been this nervous ever since his first day in middle school. Jack’s dad’s posting to the aircraft carrier had happened in the summer and the family, consisting of Jack and his parents, had moved to this town, which was basically built around the naval base the carrier called home port. Nervous over how Jack was going to fit in with the new crowd,.