They were intruding deep into my mind andmingling with those I already knew - or thought - were my own. Along withthis was the recollection that I had... already had this morning, of what myGranny used to tell me, as if I was getting a message."You need to slow down a little. You're running around so fast, haringaround to and fro everywhere, that if you're not careful, one day you'regoing to catch up with yourself on the way back, and you wouldn't want thatto happen now, would you"!I knew. After I finished my second year of college, I'd have enough credits and class experience to apply for assistant to an architect. The only problem with that was that there were a lot of students in the school of architecture. The numbers, and the economy, made it a fight to find work."Any idea how much Sammi's going to pay you?" Danielle asked.I shrugged. "We never talked about money. Most of the time, she spent trying to get me to turn just right so the lights would catch like every little. So the session ended, we said we would chat again soon, I needed more time to think. So Linda and I had to try to put things together. Linda and I contacted my mom and said it would be nice to leave our cams on sometime, so we could see in each others house. It would be like were all together, mom agreed, so we turned them on and had a nice conversation for a bit, then said we had some things to do but will leave them on and she stated she would do the same. Well the first day of it nothing. "Are you ok Beth?" John asked as Beth sat down next to him."I'm fine John, I'm just so embarrassed, mortified at you finding me like that. I don't want you to..." her head fell and she looked at the sidewalk between her feet. "I don't want you to think of me... as being, well... like that." Like what Beth?" John was playing to the hilt the painfully obtuse male that he was sure all women considered men. He had an idea but didn't want to take the chance that he'd be wrong."like a slut, I guess.".