Ryan kept touching me, his hand down the front of my shirt, his fingers inside my bra. Chris had his hand between my thigh, on the premise of changing... gears on his manual transmission. I might have been drunk but I wasn't blind. His car was an automatic.They pulled into the parking lot, Ryan letting go of me for a second to run into the motel to rent a room. Chris turned toward me, leaned in and kissed me. This was no gentle hi-first-kiss-good-to know-you type thing, but a. According to her letter, her name was Tracy, actually age was eighteen and still at college. The letter was dated 1/2/83 that would make her, what 37 years old now. I looked at the picture again, this is a girl I could fall in love with, no don't be silly, I told myself, she's probably married with four kids by now and it's only a picture.After reading all her letters she was obviously in love with this Nigel guy, she was in a steamy sexual relationship with him. I wondered what happened to her. He would talk about a beautiful creature that inhabited the northern waters. It was told that she would only make herself known to those who respected the creatures of the wild.The story was told that if you released a large fish, helped an injured animal, or protected the environment, then she might make an appearance when you were in need. At the time, I had thought that these stories were just ways for my dad to encourage me to respect nature. After some of my strange events, I was beginning. And I am legitimately sorry for what happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you. But if you won’t let me try and make up for it, then I can’t do anything to fix this and every day is going to just as awkward as this week has been.’ Once I’d finished, she didn’t say anything at first, seeming to think it over. We sat in silence for a minute. Finally she sighed. ‘A ride would be great. Thanks for the offer.’ ‘Uh.. alright. My car is over here.’ I was a little shocked at how quickly she’d given in. The.