Throughout the conversation Sara said very little, and she rarely lifted her eyes from the ground. But as her friends bid me good-bye, Sara looked dir...ectly at me and said “Are you okay, then?” I nodded in response. “Good, because I miss you,” she continued, before turning to walk away. Then, after a couple of paces, she turned her head back to me slightly and in a low voice simply added, “I’m sorry.” I looked at her face; she was biting her lower lip as if to hold back more and I thought I. “Could you let some guy, or guys, tell you what to do?”I watched her thinking it over and looking at the pictures again. She really seems fascinated by the covers of my mom’s books.She finally said, “I’m not sure. I don’t think I could do that. And yet the idea of you doing it fascinates me.”I looked at her for a few seconds and said, “Fascinates?”She blushed and admitted, “Okay. Yeah. Maybe it kind of turns me on.”I’m not sure how to take that. But at least she isn’t disgusted with me. I asked. The lake salt was still in one of the pockets.She could see the bulge.The dogwalker was carrying a ... something fuzzy and kicking. Whatever itwas had four legs and a nose. Strange-looking hooves. The dogwalkerplaced it into Melissa's arms. "What is this?" she asked."Looks like a long-haired deer," Jas said. "An antelope?" Hoofed feet,three toes each. That explained some of the sign.The ungulate struggled and broke away from Melissa. It bolted across theice.A lizard chased it down and killed. Izzy’s moans and her little scream were lost in the similar sounds from around the room. She came in a BIG way, her body collapsed and she lost consciousness for a couple of minutes. As others had done, Izzy awoke and pledged her undying love and devotion to me. I accepted that and returned her affection. I realized as I did that I felt a special connection with the small Hispanic woman. I remember thinking that we were probably part of the same soul group and had been lovers many times in the.