“Not to worry. Did Marcie find out?” “No”. “Did she leave you alone with Ellen again?” She looked expectantly at me as she poured a second... glass of wine for herself and then refilled my glass. “Did you do her?” I cracked up, the anticipation on her face was almost juvenile. I leaned back in my chair and told her about Ellen and myself. The morning after our dance lesson, I had discovered the record player was still turned on. Thank goodness Marcie had not noticed. Nor did she seem to notice.. She has somehow reached the shore before I catch sight of her. Already the blouse I have seen her shed each day is on the sand, held in place by some heavy object I can not see.I watch her for a long moment before finally making my way toward her. I am prepared to wave to her politely when she finally spots me and -- if she appears uncomfortable with my presence -- make a gesture that reassures her I am willing and prepared to give her the solitude she has come here to enjoy.As it happens, I. One day, I was scheduled for yet, another interview. I had all but lost my confidence and was going for the mere routine of it all. I was called back for a second interview. The interview was set up with the infamous Bob. My palms were sweaty, I was nervous, my heartbeat racing. I would be face to face with the man whose mere voice could calm the rough sea of my day. What would he look like? What would he think of me? I was led to a small conference room where we would meet. I sat there and. " I'm liking this more and more," Shel giggled.A few minutes later, we were back on their lanai toking, drinking and sharing stories. Leez told them about our unfortunate meeting with Abby and Ben. The part about our escape had all of us roaring. Shel told us a story about her first time. Leez told them about my online stories and Bobby had me write down the urls."I really like you two," said Shel, "And I can't wait any longer." She leaned into Leez and they kissed. Bobby and I continued to.