"My name is Paul," I said, extending my open hand to her. "Hi Paul", she cooed, "I am Pat Jones." Good God Pat!!! Is that really you?" were the words ...that came out, as my mouth remained open."Yes Paul Victor Albertson, it is really I."Patrick Jones was the old friend who had left. Pat and I commuted to work for about two years. We often ate lunch here in this sandwich shop. "You didn't recognize me until I told you my name, did you Paul?" I had just made up my mind that you were the most. We turned back to the film but slowly i moved my hand back to his stomach then to his hip. No kitty he said smiling, I kissed him hungrily, his lips pressing hard back ageist mine. Our breathing getting heavy. He leaned over me as we contained to kiss, my body growing hot and needy. His hand cupped my arse pulling me closer to him. The film forgotten as we lose ourselves in the deep desperate need for each other. He moved his hand up the front of my skirt letting his finger circle my clit, i. Johnny was using the watch again. I jumped out of bed to find Johnny.“Bret, I’m here buddy. I just got back from setting up my plan. Go grab a shower and change of clothes. We have a lot of work to do.”I trusted him fully. I did what he told me to do, so I had to suck it up and get moving. If he could get back the love of my life, I was in with the plan.“Are you ready to go?”“Where are we going?”“We’re going to right a lot of wrongs today. Now, turn your watch on and set the date to match. You hike like in summer and only feet are feeling cold.I said to my friends that now maybe Laura (friend who left at the morning due to cold weather) would have been also able to continue but she didn’t survive first and the most difficult hours. Now she probably was already at home and drank hot tea. However, a day later she fell ill and was absent from school two weeks. Laura had even almost 40C fever and I felt badly about her.We also started to drink tea at 1 pm when we stopped at cottage..