Campus Capers ENGL 369 Creative WritingChapter 3
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"Mmmm, this is positively sinful," Ally grinned, licking her lips in anticipation. "Do you wanna go first, or should I?"
Ben shrugged, looking down. "I don't care, but we'd better get moving. I don't think it'll stay firm much longer."
"You're right," Ally said with a giggle. "It's already starting to get a little soft." She couldn't resist making the comment. Ben didn't make her feel the least bit uncomfortable. It was great feeling totally at ease around a guy for once. Too bad they were merely two nerdy kids discussing the consistency of the ice cream in their banana split!
Ally could imagine so much more thanks to witnessing Kaija's escapades. She could feel Ben's full moist lips caress hers... see goose bumps dimple her skin as he whispered sensuous suggestions into her ear... grow weak in the knees as Ben's gentle hands made their way from her knee to her thigh... squirm as his thumbs teased her responsive nipples... shiver as a roaming finger stroked her wet, throbbing-
"Yo Ally, where were you just then?" Ben asked, a spoonful of ice cream halfway to his mouth.
She prayed to God he wouldn't figure it out, but given the warmth that crept up her face, he'd have to be a total idiot not to guess her far away look had something to do with sex. After all, what human being could exchange so many double entendres without thinking about sex?
Ally shrugged, making a concerted effort to get some banana with her scoop of ice cream. "Oh, just thinkin' about stuff," she lied unconvincingly.
Ben grinned. "That must have been some 'stuff'!" he teased.
Ally stuck her tongue out at him and silently continued chipping away at the mammoth sundae. Ben knew she was holding out on him, but he had the good grace to let the subject drop.
Ten minutes later, he was rubbing his full belly. "Wanna go walk some of this off?"
Ally's whole face smiled at the suggestion. "Sure. Where do you want to go?"
"Nothing big. We could wander around downtown a bit and then head back to campus."
So it wasn't glamorous, but Ally didn't want the evening to end just the same. There was something about Ben that intrigued her. Barclay could be funny and sweet, but besides the fact that he was taken, there was always this undercurrent of pressure to take their relationship to the next level. With Ben, being together was totally without pressure. Conversation came easily, but boy did her fantasies get out of control! Heaven help her, but she was beginning to believe that if she ever wanted their relationship to get anywhere beyond platonic ice cream-eating buddies, she was going to have to take matters into her own hands! Man, her parents would keep her from seeing Kaija for life if they knew how much Ally had changed since she started living with her!
"There's that goofy look again," Ben grinned.
Ally crumpled a napkin and tossed it at his face, laughing as it bounced off his nose and landed in the gooey remains of the banana split. "Come on," she said, standing up. "Let's get on with that walk before I explode!" Oh great, now THERE'S a romantic image, Ally scolded herself. But hey, at least he couldn't accuse her of getting too serious on him!
They gathered the trash, spoons, and empty dish and disposed of them before heading out the door. The autumn night had cooled pleasantly. Along with the smell of changing leaves, the air's scent hinted of a gentle rain, something Ally used to only associate with spring.
Silently, they walked down the street, making an occasional comment about the contents of a store's window. There was much to joke and laugh about though given the bizarre styles that seemed to be 'in' these days.
Finally, Ben stopped in front of a local gallery's window. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he stared at one of the paintings. Ally followed his gaze to the painting and back again. With a deep sigh, he put his hands on his hips. "I just don't get it," he said, shaking his head.
"What?" Ally asked, stepping closer to him.
"How they can call THIS art," he winced in exasperation. Ben's hand made a broad, sweeping gesture toward the largest painting in the window. "I mean what's with that anyway?"
Ally cocked her head, taking in the colors--or more accurately, COLOR-of the painting. It was a mottled sky blue, only the mottles weren't distinct enough to be considered clouds. It was just a giant blue canvas with an outrageous pricetag.
"Well?" Ben prodded.
"Well if I was into the visual arts, I might say the painting represents the infinite number of possibilities our lives hold, you know, the way a sky appears endless." Ally shrugged. "But I'm not a visual arts person, and quite frankly, the painting just looks, well, blue."
Ben grinned, but he was still irked by the whole thing. "But look how much they want for that thing! It's extortion!"
"You think that's bad," Ally began, "I could tell you about some doozies hanging in the Smithsonian right now."
"Do tell," he encouraged as they continued walking down the street.
"Okay... the first was so big, it took up an entire wall from floor to ceiling in the National Museum of Art."
"Yeah, that's pretty obnoxious, but I'll bet it wasn't all blue," Ben returned with a smile.
"No, you're right; it wasn't blue, it was even worse."
"No way!" he said with an exaggerated surprised tone that meant he was enjoying their banter entirely too much.
"Oooooh yeah," she said, shaking her head. She paused for dramatic effect, and then said simply, "It was black."
"ALL black?!?" he asked in disbelief.
She nodded with a grin and raised her right hand. "I swear to God I'm telling you the truth."
"Whew, coming from you, I guess I have no choice but to believe you."
"Okay, wise guy, if this is another Catholic joke, I'm gonna hafta pound ya!" she said, playfully punching him in the arm.
He held his hands up in surrender, laughing all the while. "Truce, truce!" he called out. She smiled back at his boyishly cute behavior. "So what was the other atrocity you spoke of, or dare I ask?"
Ally smiled at the memory. She was touring the museum with her friend Amber. The two always liked to clown around anyway, but the work of 'art' really set them off. "Well the other piece of art-and I use the term 'art' loosely here-was a more modest sized canvas." Thank God, she mumbled under her breath, causing Ben to grin. "Anyway, the center of the canvas looked like a bunch of Crayon scribbles. I've seen preschoolers do better," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "As if that weren't enough, something had been printed on the bottom of the canvas."
"What did it say?"
"Darned if I know," Ally shrugged. "It was child-scrawled letters slanting downward as the edge of the canvas neared."
"That's weird..."
"Oh yeah, it was also done in Crayon." Ben shook his head in disbelief. "My friend and I laughed so hard we started crying! And then we couldn't stop making wisecracks about the piece. Some of the gallery's, uh, more refined visitors sighed, rolled their eyes, and snorted over our behavior. Of course that just made us laugh even harder."
Ben pictured the whole vivid scene in his mind, smiling all the while. "I'm surprised you didn't get thrown out or something."
"Who said we didn't get thrown out?" Ally said with one of those looks.
"You didn't..."
She nodded. "Well, not quite, but the security guard was sure giving us the evil eye." He couldn't be certain, but she almost sounded proud. Maybe Allison Delaney actually liked being a bit of a rebel, Ben speculated, holding back a smirk.
They continued walking down the main drag, peeping into store windows and making jokes as they went. At some point, Ally's hand found its way into Ben's. She couldn't remember when or even how it happened. All she knew was it felt good. Ben made her feel safe and cared for in a way no guy ever had. Ally smiled peacefully as she walked, praying Ben was enjoying it as much as she was.
The couple worked their way back to campus hand-in-hand, chatting idly about the moon, the stars, and the invigorating fall weather. They paused to take a seat on a bench by the campus pond. It was positively gorgeous surrounded by noises of nature rather than the raucous sounds of boom boxes, fights over girls, and grumblings about assignments. Crickets chirped and ducks quacked as they glided effortless across the pond's surface. If she could freeze the moment, she would. In a heartbeat.
"So what are your plans for the weekend?" Ben asked.
"I'm not sure. I was supposed to prepare for a Monday meeting with Professor Salinger, but..." Her voice trailed off, and her peaceful expression vanished. She hadn't meant to let it slip about their meeting, but in light of things, it seemed to be a moot point. So what if she confided in Ben about the book project? Maybe then it'd make more sense to him why she was so upset over the sequence of events.
He rubbed her back in a smooth, comforting touch. "I know. I was supposed to get together with him on Monday, too."
"You were?" She raised her eyebrows with the question.
"Yeah. He wanted me to help him with a project, though I have no idea how an amateur like me could help a pro like him." Ben winced at his use of the present tense to describe the presumably dead professor. He contemplated correcting himself, but only for a split second. It would accomplish nothing, except to upset Ally, and that was the last thing on earth he wanted to do. For being a self-proclaimed uptight Catholic girl, she could sure make a guy laugh! He had never had such free and easy conversation with a girl in his life. He could definitely get used to hanging out with Allison Delaney...
"Lose your balance, Ally?" Kaija teased. Ally blushed fiercely as the group giggled at the whole scene. If nothing else, at least her fall broke the ice a bit. Things definitely seemed less intense afterwards. "I should be going," Barclay finally said. "Class in the morning you know. I keep forgetting it's Sunday today. Seems so much like a Saturday," he babbled. "Anyway, catch ya later." Barclay was half way down the hall before either girl had a chance to reciprocate his...
Avoidance. Yep, that was it. If she dodged the issue altogether, no harm would be done. Ally could leave gracefully without jeopardizing the chance of a lifetime. Then she could take some time to think things over and decide how to handle the situation. Of course with creative writing class just over 24 hours away, her time to think was limited, but it would do. At the very least it would address the current situation, and for the moment, that was all she really wanted. With a warm smile,...
Glancing at her watch after Ben headed off to class, Ally decided it was hardly worth climbing three flights of stairs for maybe ten minutes of lecture. Besides, she ran the risk of running in to Barclay there, and she wasn't up to facing all that in light of everything that was going on. Instead, she wandered over to the campus pond, found an empty bench, and watched the swans glide across the glassy surface of the water. Ally had a lot to think about. As much as she didn't want it to be...
"You want to go WHERE?!?" It came out as a rough shout, something Ben hadn't totally anticipated. Ally was startled by the sudden shift in his mood as she buckled her seatbelt. "To Professor Salinger's house," she repeated, trying to stay calm. Ben took a deep breath, trying to recover from the sheer disappointment of it all. Just when he thought he had exorcized her preoccupation with the professor, it came bounding back stronger than ever. But in many ways, it was that overwhelming...
The next morning, Ally ran around the room like a mad woman trying to get ready. If she hurried, she'd have enough time to grab breakfast and stop by the English Department before her 10:00 calculus class. And somewhere along the line, she needed to go see Ben. Kaija was right; he really was a keeper. Even if he did leave her sexually frustrated at times! For once, Ally's trip to the dining commons was fairly uneventful. No Barclay hitting on her; no Erica dropping bombshells; and not even...
As Allison crawled into bed, the hallways were still teaming with activity. Even so, she could barely manage to keep her eyes open. She turned off the reading lamp clamped to her bed frame, and then snuggled into the cool sheets. Allison was out as quickly as her reading lamp was. The sound of a key turning in the lock of the room's door pulled Allison out of her deep slumber. She wasn't used to the sounds in her new home much less those of a roommate. Finally, the door opened, letting in...
Allison was no athlete by any means, but you wouldn't know it from her speed. She was halfway back to her dorm and didn't even remember taking the stairs to exit the English building! No matter how hard she tried, it seemed she couldn't get far enough away from the scene of her crime. She dropped her backpack inside her closet and fell on to her bed. The worst part of all was she didn't know what upset her more, the fact that she may have killed any chance of doing well in that class, or...
As the policemen finished reading Barclay his rights, they each grabbed an arm and led him out of the room as a stunned audience looked on. When they passed Allison's table, Barclay's eyes met hers. Without saying a single word, he managed to convey a hurt so profoundly deep it bordered on betrayal. But oddly enough, there wasn't an ounce of anger to be seen. In that moment, Ally knew that what Barclay felt for her before the big confrontation was indeed genuine, and the hurt she saw in...
Allison could hear her roommate laughing from under the covers. In a way, she couldn't blame Kaija for laughing. After all, going from shy Catholic girl to topless online exhibitionist was quite a leap, especially in a single evening. If she could have gotten away with it, she'd've hidden under the covers forever. But when the laughter died down, she slinked out, tiptoed over to her shirt and bra, and slipped into them before Kaija could notice her. How in the world was she supposed to...
"Let me guess," Kaija smirked, "you were going to take your underwear off eventually, too?" "Of course," Ally sighed, insulted by her roommate's stupid question. "So are you going to check, or am I? We're getting nowhere fast," Kaija complained. Ally bit her lower lip. "Uh, I'd do it, but..." Her voice trailed off. "Either you're afraid, or you don't know what you're looking for. Frankly, either way I'm scared!" Throwing her roommate a scathing look, Ally started to...
Professor Salinger unlocked the door to his office while Allison attempted to pull herself together. She drew in a deep breath to relax a bit. Put it behind you, Allison, she coached herself silently. Easier said than done... With a sigh, she followed Professor Salinger into his office. It wasn't at all what she expected. The typical college-issued clunker of a metal desk and torn vinyl office chair were nowhere to be found. In their place were a grand oak roll top desk and a high-backed...
Ally squirmed as a cool breeze from the ceiling fan hit her newly exposed moist pussy. Bruiser licked his lips and smiled at the sight before him. She was so sweet... so innocent... so ready! He pulled back just enough to see all that was important. This was going to be a delectable experience that even Bruiser wanted to take his time and savor! Her chest heaved up and down with each breath, causing her marvelously shaped breasts to bob up and down. Bruiser traced the outline of her curves...
Ally's eyes were red and puffy from crying when Kaija returned. All the while, she had been debating how best to tell Kaija what had happened. There was no getting out of it, yet she didn't want to get Barclay into any more trouble. She hid her tired and bloodshot eyes behind the laptop's display as she hunted and pecked her way through the story. "Hey, roomie," Kaija greeted, her voice noticeably brighter. "Anything exciting happen while I was out?" If she only knew, Ally groaned to...
Luckily, the second part of the class was much tamer than the first. At least there was no more talk of sexually repressed characters. For that Ally was eternally grateful. The stories they critiqued were pretty mainstream for the most part-a couple of romances, a murder mystery, one science fiction piece, and a handful more Allison couldn't easily classify. After Professor Salinger explained the next writing assignment, the students scattered. Some went back to the munchies to graze and...
Of course standing up too quickly after drinking too much was never a good idea. As Kaija jumped up to sprint for her toys, her stomach stayed behind. She clutched her nauseated abdomen with a groan. "I feel like shit." And while it wasn't the most polite thing to say, Ally wanted to tell her she looked like it, too! Not thwarted by her discomfort, Kaija stumbled across the room to her closet where she retrieved a shoebox full of sex toys out of the bottom drawer. She placed the box on...
The soapy water swirled off Ally's shoulders as the warm stream slowly awakened her. It seemed strange taking a shower in the middle of the night, but eh uniqueness of it all was oddly invigorating. As she rinsed the rest of her body, she smiled, wondering what Kaija and John were up to back at the room. As if she couldn't guess... But why John? What happened with Barclay? A day ago, finding the answer to that question would have obsessed Ally beyond belief. But not now. Not with Ben in...
"Huh... ? Wha... ?" A series of mumbles escaped from Ben's lips as he fussed with his pillow in his sleep. All of the commotion from the pillow throwing along with his name being used in conversation was enough to disrupt his once peaceful slumber. "Shh!" Ally hissed. "I'm not ready for him to wake up!" "I'm sure you're not," Kaija teased, burying her face in her pillow to muffle the laugh. Ally razzed her room mate in the dark, and then they both finally settled down to sleep....
"Allison," Ben said, sounding stern. "Listen to me. I'm going to walk out that door before we do something we'll both regret." He was starting to feel like a broken record, but he had to get through to her or risk losing everything. He glanced down toward his penis. "If you think I'm lying about wanting you, consider this as proof to the contrary." She smiled at that, but only briefly. "I just don't understand why it has to be this way," she half-whined. "Especially since very...
Ally had often heard the expression 'you look like you've seen a ghost', but never before had she seen it so perfectly depicted as she did at that moment. Of course he also appeared to be hearing rather than seeing this particular ghost, but that was beside the point. Had Ben been standing when he took that call, Ally was certain he would have needed to pause to sit down before continuing the conversation. "Is everything all right?" she mouthed to h im, but he was so focused on the...
Allison Delaney had never seen herself as the adventurous sort, and yet, as she got ready for their graduation ceremony, she had to admit that she no longer even remotely resembled the young girl who appeared on campus nearly four years ago. Between her makeover and her sexual revolution so to speak, she was a totally different person. And in her eyes, that was a good thing. So the book she was supposed to write with Professor Salinger never panned out. It wasn't his fault. The series the...
"Just a bad dream..." Allison responded half-heartedly with a lack of conviction that was painfully obvious. Kaija rolled her eyes in disbelief. "That must've been one hell of a scary dream," she speculated. "What happened anyway?" Allison shrugged to buy some time before she answered. "It was about school." She eased into her explanation tentatively as if waiting to see if Kaija was going to buy it. When she heard no objections, she continued. "I was flunking this one class that...
Mortified didn't even begin to describe Allison's feelings as she ran out of the dining commons. In fact, on her way back to the dorm, she vowed not to leave her room for the rest of the weekend. Yeah it may have sounded a bit harsh, but she really needed to work on her assignment for Professor Salinger anyway. Allison had just gotten settled at her desk when she heard Kaija's key in the door. "Hiya, roomie!" she greeted cheerfully. Apparently Kaija was unaffected by whatever happened...
An overgrown Martian, that's what she looked like Allison decided. No wonder they were laughing at her out in the hallway! She'd be laughing, too, if she weren't so close to crying. And of all the people it could have been, it had to be Barclay! At least if it had been someone from their dorm floor, they could have all had a good laugh and went on with life. As it was, Allison was going to dread eating meals across the table from the guy. The timer buzzed, indicating it was time for the...
"Ally?" His voice was soft and gentle as he held a hand out to her. "Come on, let's get out of here." Barclay had followed her. She should have known... Without a word, he led Ally back to her dorm room. She was totally distraught. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they sat together on the edge of her bed. She literally couldn't stop crying. Her beautiful eyes were already red and puffy from the tears. The whole scene nearly broke Barclay's heart, because if she had stopped...
Within five torturous minutes, Allison had lost everything she had eaten within the past twenty four hours. She leaned up against the door of the stall, trying to catch her breath. Surely this all had to be some awful nightmare, Ally groaned as she rubbed her achy, perspiring forehead. She felt light headed and dizzy at the thought that the professor could be gone. Then there was Ben... Ally hadn't really paid much attention to him in class. He was one of those guys who just sort of...
Wide-eyed with shock, Ally yanked her hand off his knee. She was so caught up in the conversation she didn't even realize it was still there. Ben laughed, holding his hands up in a look of surrender. "Calm down, I was just playing with ya!" The look of relief on Allison's face was priceless. "If it's really that important to you, I'll take care of it." A small smile escaped her lips. "Thank you," she practically whispered. Shit, I ought to be committed for what I'm about to do, ...
Kaija was an absolute mess. She was laying spread eagle on Ally's bed with her clothes half on, and her eyes squeezed shut. With any luck, she passed out for awhile, Ally groaned, shaking her head. She had never seen poor Kaija in this bad of shape. Something really awful must have gone down with Barclay tonight. And here Ally was hoping for a happy reunion between the two of them... Gently, she sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Kaija's hair. She was almost sorry she had gotten...
It was a kiss that should have taken her breath away, but it didn't. In fact, it underscored the fact that she had made the right decision with regard to Ben and Barclay. So why, then, did she feel so blasted confused? She poked at her scrambled eggs which had grown cold during her little discussion with Barclay. The more she thought about it, the more insight she gained into her mixed emotions. Barc was a great guy in many respects, but he was a bit too much of a player for Ally's taste....
Ben was not a happy camper. What else could explain his abrupt departure from the miniature golf place? Ally worried her lower lip as they made their way back to the car. I've blown it. The one decent guy I've met so far and I've blown it. She watched him drive out of the corner of her eye. Was he gripping the steering wheel as if his hands were wrapped around her cheating neck, or was it her imagination? Ally had no idea what was going through his mind. She could see where Ben would be...
"Ouch!" Ben cried out. Okay, so it wasn't the most romantic thing to say as they embarked on such an adventure, but damn, that bottle falling on his foot hurt like hell! And of course it managed to hit his little toe which only exaggerated the pain. But he was standing in the shower, naked, with Ally. Pain? What pain? He teased himself as he appreciated the view in front of him. Still in a state of shock over his presence in the shower, Ally croaked out a mumbled apology as her hand flew...
"Ally..." Ben tried to catch her attention between labored breaths, but it was no use. She just continued attacking his mouth with a searing passion. "Allison... ?" Her eyes were shut as she enjoyed life in her own little world. No guy in his right mind would willingly put a stop to such a tongue bathing, except this was Allison he was dealing with here. Once she realized what she was doing, she might just freak out on him. And there was another little problem... If she didn't stop...
Ally was finding it incredibly difficult to catch her breath. "That was... intense..." she managed. Surely it could never get any better then that! Ben smiled down at Ally and stroked her hair as he watched her breathing slow to a more normal rate. Luckily, staring at her beautiful face helped relieve the agony of his penis. If he didn't do something about his world record erection soon though, it could get ugly. Ah, to have that kind of problem all the time... he sighed inwardly,...
"Wait up, Ally," Ben called out, trying to keep up with her. "I'm going with you!" She looked back over her shoulder as she continued her journey to the tray drop off. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea. I'm a total basket case right now." Ben caught up with her as she was dumping her trash, sorting out the silverware, and sending the tray down the conveyor belt back to the washing staff. "Are you upset with me for some reason?" She shook her head. "Well then it's a great...
Ally couldn't believe her eyes. Lighted candles sat on every flat surface in the small dorm room, casting a dancing amber glow on the walls and ceiling. And the room no longer had that microwave popcorn or dirty laundry smell it usually did. Nope, tonight it smelled like... like... a bed of roses? Ally scrunched up her face in confusion. "We've gotta get out of here," Ally whispered sheepishly, her face red and glistening with embarrassment. "I think we just crashed one of Kaija's...
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Let's pretend we meet in a pub and start chatting. The drinks are perhaps flowing too freely and before long we're both a little tipsy and move to a booth towards the back where we can't be seen. As the conversation moves from polite to cheeky, you start telling me you're getting a hard-on from looking at my tits. I must admit that they're looking good today as my bra really emphasises the shape but still lets them jiggle slightly under the sheer silk blouse I'm wearing. You tell me how you'd...
I picked up the ringing phone to hear a husky, sensuous, breathy female voice say, "This is a voice from your past," the tone hinting at many past and future delights."Ah, yes," I replied, "But which one, is the question."She giggled coyly. "Well, I suppose I shouldn't be offended because it is about ten years since I was in there. Hi, it's me, Livia."My mind raced back the decade in nanoseconds. Livia had been a randy, lascivious student who had an enormous appetite for any sort of sensual...
Roger Merely paid the Hansom cab driver and boarded the train at Charrington Station to make his way to the first class compartments. Finding his seat, he nodded at the pair sitting across from him, the mustachioed man with the medical bag and his pipe-smoking companion in a deer-stalker and traveling cape. They seemed deep in thought so he settled back and ran his mind over the last month. On the first Monday of March Mia, his laboratory assistant, muse, personal manager and lover, had...
It was a quiet evening. The office had quietened with the staff having left for the day. I was contemplating a visit to Virginia's pad for a sex relief blow job! Just the thought of her sexy slim waisted body, large shapely boobs, sexy round outgoing asscheeks and and tight cunt caused a space shortage in my pants! The new help was working away in the neighbouring cabin, unaware that I was watching her thru the crack in the cabin partition. As the young lady worked, her dress clung to her...
EroticSummary: My first day of creative writing class would change my life in ways I would never have believed. ~ ~ ~In the Fall of 1983 I was beginning the first semester of my senior year of uni. With most of my core classes long since completed I ticked off electives towards the 136 hours I needed to graduate the following May. While flipping through the course catalog, I noticed that Creative Writing 1 was not only 3 credit hours, but could also count towards my Humanities...
A life of curves presents the slow reveal, that often pays grand dividends at the end! This much I've learned. Patience can be a virtue sometimes. "Shackled", "caged", "suppressed liberation", "aching for release"; all some of my favorite expressions of late, to describe my "sensual" reality up to date… but I'm "married". Yes "married", if that's what you want to call it, living this damn cloistered life, which in my mind does not constitute a REAL marriage. Hey… I didn't sign on for this,...
Love Stories"Just flash my pussy all day long. Is that what I'm hearing you say, Girl?" Tylea was fuming as she listened to Melanie's delivery at the breakfast table on Tuesday morning. The other Pledge girls were offering anything from mild disbelief and hostility at what Melanie had just told them all the way up to pragmatic amusement. Melanie simply smiled in her own inimitable and seemingly airheaded way and plunged right along, saying, "That's right, Tylea. Whenever you sit down today and the...
Tuesday evening--Brooke and Jeremy. During the exercise time Tuesday afternoon, following what evidently was a grueling day of negotiations, Melanie and Kitagami again worked out on the mats together in their martial arts clothing. They went through Form Seven, followed by some light sparring. Derek opted to jog with Peggy in one direction on the path, and Joyce jogged with Jeremy going the other way. Brooke liked the warmth of indoor exercising and chose the Stairmaster and the treadmill,...
"You still having fun?" asked Peterson as Kyle brought in his latest report after going on to enjoy his barbecue dinner after the accident. Pete was known for staying around the office as late as nine sometimes. "I guess. You know, your guys and gals are getting really good. I even tried to do vehicle surveillance without backup cars, just me. They burned me before I got six blocks," said Kyle with a satisfied smile on his face. Pete noticed the disconnect between the look on Kyle's...