After three years, Jean was slowly creating a new, compromised but decent life.Jean had been a systems analyst when they met, but she had followed her... star when George became successful enough to build a comfortable lifestyle. An incurable romantic, she had tried to write romance novels. On the third try, she got published and began a reasonably lucrative career of her own. She was strictly paperback and was well known for what she called her "bodice ripper" scenes, where the heroine was. Standing out in front of the store and looking down the desolate street, lightning came to the rain’s aid. Nick didn’t notice the sinister shadows that appeared and disappeared with the lightning. Standing in the street, Nick noticed electrical currents covering the cracked open street light. He really had no idea where he should go. There were four options, each pathway looking equally desolate. Looking sharply down one street, he saw a dark figure moving very quickly out of sight. ‘Hey,’ Nick. ‘It is your birthday you know ‘, I continued as if I were having a psychsophrenic moment. The tall mirror at the end of the bathroom revealed my body to me as it did every morning. ‘Not bad for 42…no sagging, no folds, very few wrinkles’. ‘All in all you have kept the figure in good shape’. I said this as I held my breasts up for inspection. They are not big, B+ cuppers is what they are, the ‘plus’ being my descriptor. I always wanted them to grow into C cups, but alas it was not meant to be. I. She spent the time he was away processing what occurred between her and Mr. Adams and knew it was a mistake never to be repeated. The only thing she regretted was being unable to give her virginity to her first lover. She knew she wanted it to be David. David sprang to his feet and ran to her with her towel. ‘Hi, Abbie. I missed you these few days.’ Abbie smiled her shy smile as he wrapped the towel around her shoulders. ‘Did you?’ ‘Of course I did, Abbie. I really like …’ He didn’t finish even.