I gave her directions to my apartment.it felt like my fantasy was coming true. maybe she didnt like me that way though. i would have to play it cool....later, at my apartment...she was still kinda sad so i suggested we find some sort of comedy to watch. i offered her some wine and she accepted and i had a beer. after a couple of hours we were both buzzed and she looked so freakin' hot. i wanted to kiss her, but she just went through a breakup. play it cool! (i told myself)you can have my room. " He spokewith an exaggerated flair, raising his hands triumphantlyin the air.Eric smiled and took a cardboard box from one of theothers, he held up a piece, examining the tiny pewterfigurine. "Well, General Stewart, you are here at last."The old professor rose up and gave Eric a wry smile."July 2, 1863." The professor spoke as he pushed his littleround glasses further up his nose, "That was a quote fromGeneral Lee to General J.E.B. Stewart after he went offraiding the nearby countryside."Eric. ’ ‘I don’t know what to say,’ he said, frustrated. ‘And I don’t know what the point is. No matter what we say, that doesn’t change that you’re leaving and all things we’d talked about for the summer aren’t going to happen.’ ‘No, they aren’t, but why can’t we try something else?’ Ryan felt desperate and hoped it didn’t tell too much in her voice. ‘Why can’t you meet me a couple of times while we’re traveling?’ She held up a hand before he could answer, they were going back to the same arguments.. Go fuck your brains out." But, you ... and the kids..." You can owe me some special treat." Even as I said that, I tried to conjure up what kind of special treat I could think of. Nothing came to mind that I wasn't already enjoying.Stacy chewed on the idea for a while. She had a real approach-avoidance thing going on. I couldn't understand why she wasn't leaping at the opportunity.I posed another discussion question to Stacy and the others. "Here's another question, only slightly related to the.