" Dylan moves his hand under my chin and tilts my head upwards, forcing me to look at him. "You weren't a fool. If I'm honest, you're just as gorgeou...s as you were six years ago." His sweet words touch me and his gaze is piercing as his lips come toward mine. With all my strength, I pull away with a resigned look. "No, Dylan. Not this time…I just can't." I walk away quickly and lock the door as soon as I get into my apartment. I can't believe his nerve! He infuriated and confused me. What was. There were times when I wanted to try something, but didn’t out of deference to her. Life went on and one day I realized that I was forty eight years old, and hadn’t experienced many things that I always dreamed of doing. I guess I went a bit middle-aged crazy. I had gotten a bit…well, I had a paunch over my belt line and some large love handles. In my desire to change or capture some kind of youth I had missed, I decided to start working out. I joined a gym near where I worked and began to. Finally, Julie dropped her hands to her sides. She slid down her bed until her head was on the pillow, her knees both bent back up into the air. After some careful maneuvering, she pulled the sheets she was on top of over her. She then rolled to the side, her knees still bent, much as she had done the night before. Warren saw her mouth moving and could hear some mumbling, but couldn't make it out. Stopping time, he opened the closet and laid down just at the bottom of the side of the bed Julie. The walking patrols were still talking between each other and not watching anything either. I knew this because I was already checking the door to the large building I had moved too. It was not locked, so after making sure that a walking patrol would not see me I looking inside to see if it was safe to enter.It was a nice size kitchen; a woman was cooking with her back to the door I had just entered. She did not hear me and I was able to move down the hallway without her ever knowing I had been.