She talks about this class being boring, but she's going to be sitting there reevaluating what she did that night. And she's already done way more tha...n enough of that. Second-guessing isn't good in her line of work, particularly under fire. Second guessing under fire will get you killed. Also, chances are, the instructor is going to call on her to tell the class just what happened that night. She's going to have a stressful day — probably a very stressful one. We'll be waiting on her when she. Here I am 17 and I trust him. I'm finally going to live out my fantasy. He looked at his phone. It was 11:35. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of his house. He went in first to make sure she was upstairs, then he came outside and pulled me in. We walked down the hallway and into his room. He shut the door. “Yo, I'm gonna take a quick shower. I've been out all day.” “No problem. I understand,” I say. He went out and took his shower. I found something on Netflix to watch. I. He was asleep almost instantly.The sun filtering through the cabin window woke him, just like on every other day, and he groaned as he levered himself up off the soft mattress. Mornings were tough on him, had been for years. Decades of abuse and injuries had made mornings a symphony of creaking joints, aching bones and sore muscles.He stripped off his shirt, giving himself a quick wipe-down with a medicated cloth and then used the aloe lotion that he bought on his monthly trip to town. He. ” I smiled and left my desk so I wouldn’t be tempted to keep looking at the screen while we talked. It’s a bad habit. I plopped down in my recliner and clicked the light on over my one painting—a man looking out across the sea. It was painted by a dear friend back in high school and always makes me feel peaceful.“Cali has been going on nonstop about how cool it was of you to pick them up in the Mustang. Everyone they know is insanely jealous. She and Mel want to know if you would chauffeur them.