How’s she doing?’ William laughed, ‘Riding the highs and lows of an extrovert who is overly dependent on external approval. She is self-aware an...d wants to be immune to the opinions of others, but that simply is not her nature.’ ‘The group will be kind and constructive, knowing it is her first critique. Besides, what she has written is really good. She has talent.’ ‘She has many talents,’ and then his eyes lit up as Tracy came through the door looking as vibrant as a bouquet of flowers. Amy. " OK. I'll bite. How do you think you might have been silly?" Acting the way I did. Not giving either of them a chance to talk. Crying like a baby." Jill, you were upset. No matter how much what they did makes sense or how logical it is, you had a hell of a surprise. It's not unreal for you to have acted the way you did." How do you feel about it?" Can I give you an honest answer? Without getting into trouble?" You do think I'm silly." I didn't say that. But it didn't affect me the way it did. Not to mention save our backs. You can go back to the party and I'll get this." I'll help." Before I could say another word she was piling wood on my sweater. I stood there for a moment enjoying the view, then I snapped back to reality and gave her a hand. Once the wood was piled up, I hauled it back to the fire. By this time, most everyone was drunk and more people had shown up. Probably invited by Carl or the others. We drank, danced and had fun until about 4:30 am. The fire started. We met in late fall and celebrated New Years Eve together. The dress she wore was a skin tight sleeveless turquoise satin dress cut just low enough to show off the top of her breasts and high enough to show the top of her knee. The dress was so tight that you could see the outline of her belly button and you knew she was not wearing any underwear as there were no panty or bra lines. Her nipples were hard. We barely made it to midnight before we were on our way to my place. On the drive her hand.