He planned to meet some of his friends and hang out. He hoped they might run into some girls. ‘I probably won’t be back until late,’ he told his... aunt when he left. ‘I’ll get lunch and dinner somewhere.’ ‘You sure?’ Aunt Karen asked, sounding a little concerned. Tommy smiled at his aunt and shook his head. ‘Don’t worry, Aunt Karen,’ he said, ‘I’m not gonna starve. I’ve got money, I’ll get myself a burger or something, I promise.’ He took the car and spent the first part of the day with his. I was content to continue in my hectic life, learning a new art form but not creating any art. I hadn’t felt inspired since the night I painted Hope. I could convince myself that I was still working on art because I was learning something. It was a thin deception.Just as I’d accepted my violent racquetball practices as sport.Lissa joined me on the court Monday afternoon expecting to pick up where we’d left off, but I was way beyond that. She walked off the court after half an hour. I hardly. It was quite obvious that someone had stolen my damn bike. I was so pissed. I couldn't think straight, the security officer had to call the police for me, while I ranted."While we wait for the local police, why don't we hop in my car and ride around the parking lot. We can check to see, if someone moved it to just bug you," he suggested."That is possible, so sure lets do it," I said. We rode in the mall's three year old Ford. We rode from one end of the mall to the other. The bike was just. I never made any moves towards furthering anything with Annie. I knew to do so would be morally wrong and could damage my job, friendships, and marriage. It wasn’t until one night things began to change. Annie was lying in front of me in the usual pose and she said she was cold. She jumped up and hopped away to retrieve a blanket. Coming back she lay down and covered us both with the blanket, pulling my arm over her waist. My fingers hit that spot just above the waistband of her pajama.