Jeanie hauled in her six baskets; glad to find the laundromat empty of anyone except the attendant and a friend chatting with him. She set to work, lo...ading up washers, and sighing at the mountains of quarters she was going to spend before this evening was over.More than once, she saw the two young men looking her way. Their glances made her feel a little unnerved, but also flattered. She guessed that they were both just out of high school, and to have two such young men take notice of her was. " So Ella, you like it huh?" Harold, I love it and I hope you will take me for a spin rather soon." Oh Ella, I will love giving you a ride ... on the bike too." That is what I meant Harold, course if later on you want to give me a different kind of ride I'd like that too." Give me a few hundred miles Ella, that way I know how the bike rides, braking distance, acceleration, cornering." Harold ... You are going to get some of the Harley Davidson's clothes,.right ... like their shirts with the. . . . and . .so many others. How in heaven'sname did they get here?? Jane's head was spinning and she fearedshe might do something really silly. . . like faint.Before Jane could quite form words or decide what to do, she wasbeing passed from one student to another, being thoroughly huggedand kissed at each stop.Finally, she found herself near the tree and came to a stop. There, kneeling beside some type of computer was . . "Sheldon?? Imean, Trip?"The winsomely made up face beneath the floppy. On a Friday at lunch break, she sat with her group of friends. As she began to eat, she suddenly noticed a boy staring at her. He was sitting alone, wearing a hoodie with the hood over his head. Eliza pretended not to notice, but his gaze was uncomfortable. After a while, he looked away, and Eliza continued her lunch while chatting with her friends.On the way home, she decided to take a quiet alley instead of the usual, busy sidewalk. Her mom had warned her not to take this route because of.