” I say nothing, just press myself against you keeping my arms pulled tight up against my chest, almost as if it’s a wedge between us. *********...**** After what seemed like hours of complete silence and no movement I shift and look up into your eyes. “I love you.” I say. “Michelle what happened?” “Make love to me.” “Michelle, what’s wrong? You need to talk to me. ” you say in a slightly stern voice. “I can’t, it doesn’t make sense. I don’t know what’s wrong.” I lie trying to cover my. It was also one of the things she hated most about him.“Fine,” she said as he turned the engine over and pulled out of the parking lot.“At least this way, we get to be here tomorrow.”“Yeah, I was worried we’d have to reschedule.”“Have you told her how much you’re looking forward to it?”“You know Kara. She hates talking about ‘silly emotional stuff.’”“That’s what she says, but it’s a front. It means a lot to her, but she still has trouble letting anyone see what she really feels. She had to hide. I manage to rig the short pole with thirty feet of butcher's wrapping string, so I needed some weight at the end of the line. I used a couple of paper clips attached to the stake as line guides. They actually worked pretty well.The line was wound up on a small piece of metal that I glued on with JB Weld. I simply hand wound the line on. I had to pull off what I wanted to throw at my feet before I threw it. I couldn't throw the hook as far as I could with a fancy rod, but I could get it pretty. The night of the party: I was invited by Randy because he and drove down together and I supplied some party favors is what he told the guys. There were nine guys there of various ages and race of which I knew none of them and none of them knew me or Julia. We went to some bars on the strip where the hotel was located for a couple of hours. After that we went back to the suite and Randy told us all that he had planned om the traditional in room stripper but it had fallen through. They were.