”“I guess I’ll be doing the driving!” she teased.May, 1985, Chicago, IllinoisWe made it to Chicago a bit later than we’d hoped due to an acc...ident on I-65 near Hobart, Indiana. We carried Stephanie’s things into the house, putting them in the mostly empty half of my walk-in closet. When we came back from California, she would move into the coach house with Jennifer and Josie. Tonight, I was sure she’d be in my bed.“I guess I have to sleep somewhere else tomorrow night,” she said.“Jorge will be. It took almost a week of backtracking and interrogation and torture to piece together what had happened. Caesar’s brows knitted incredulously. Two young women had done all of this damage? He snorted. Best to forget all about this embarrassment. They would probably never hear from Brigida Calista and Diana Aureliana again. No sense in expending the resources of the Roman Republic to run down two female gladiators.Less than two years later, Caesar would wish he had taken the time to run down two. I had a coat of tan on that part of my body from our time on the island.Irene and Marianne went to their guys and looked them over carefully and thoroughly. Tom said, "Marianne, I feel naked and, with you staring at me like you are, I am not comfortable." Tom, you stare at me just as hard when I'm dressed like this. You guys are just going to have to get used to being sex objects, too."I decided to keep my mouth shut. This was a battle that I wouldn't win and didn't think I even wanted to. ” and didn’t finish the thought.The Reverend Garth Venerable, credit due, knew how to make an entrance. The new church bell in the little tower on top of his church began tolling for the first time on Sunday morning exactly at eight.It was startling; we’d never heard a church bell in Little River.Rebecca and I were looking out at Market Street from our balcony — she had her hand down the front of my trousers. Not exactly what the good Reverend probably had in mind for a Sunday.Then we turned.