" You already spend too much time in the bathroom as it is." my smart-ass sister Tina blurted out as she placed my coffee mug down in front of me. "Wh...at you really need is a girlfriend who isn't locked at the knees."Mom who'd actually laughed about the bathroom joke, glared sternly at my sister Tina over her next comment. "Missy's a very nice girl. You could take a few lessons from her on how to behave like a lady."Tina wrinkled her nose in distaste and plopped back down next to me."I do know. He opened the locket and examined the two pictures, eventually reaching the conclusion that one of the pictures in the locket was probably Bill as a little boy, and the other picture was probably a young Martha. Why would the locket contain pictures of both of them as children? Cade concluded that perhaps they had been childhood friends. There was enough familiarity in the letters to suggest a long and enduring relationship.It grew late however, and Cade could barely keep his eyes open. He. It was nice.Naturally, it wasn’t as timeless as it somehow felt, so some hours later we spooned, one of my hands cupping a soft breast, my face nuzzled into Mae’s hair at the back of her neck, both actions as I loved to do when going to sleep; and sleep we did.It was mid-day when the loud voice of the fruit vendor passing the front of the house – as he did at 1200 every single day, even on Sundays – woke me. We hadn’t moved except to straighten our legs and remained curved together.Mae didn’t. The groups were randomly chosen with two students from each of the three sections in the group of six with two senior students leading each group. For the group Jack was in, the leaders were Katherine and Gina. Jack couldn’t help but notice how attractive they were. Gina had dark hair, dark eyes that sort of smoldered when she looked at him. Her dark complexion spoke of Mediterranean heritage. She was ‘shortish’ at five foot two but her body was perfectly proportioned with what he guessed.