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Samuel walked toward me as little Jessie Ann Wood peddled away I double checked to ht and pulled the door closed, sliding the key into the lock

"That’s your bike isn’t it?" Sa his head towards ainst the side of the church I felt goose bumps dance up my arms He didn’t invade my space or reach out and touch ht had been a fluke - an iht and sweet re It was easier than walking My legs are shot fro that fast You’ve pushed s are like jello" I smiled up at him wryly

"In that case, I know just what you need"

Sa towards his borrowed black pick-up, lifting it up and setting it in the bed of the truck

"What do I need?"

"You’ll see Are you hungry?"

"Always," I admitted honestly, and Sao put a little meat on those bones"

He opened the door, and I stepped up into the passenger side, ss as I sat Saently "You wear skirts alot - I like that You don’t see a lot of wo feminine It’s nice" His hand dropped from my skirt and shut the door before I could respond with more than a smile

Samuel climbed in and turned the key Immediately the sounds of Tchaikovsky’s Octobre - Chant D’Autumne slid into the space around us I forcedthe , before Samuel spoke

"In Iraq it’s hot more often than not, and the sand is this constant presence I used to drea sheep away fro chilled - sitting by the ca jerky and corn to The Autu?" I smiled

"Exactly"