Sam and I talked much morefreely about what we were feeling and thinking. Sam was more open abouther wants and her fears. She was also much more confi...ing about heremotions. I found that I was happy to talk much more about my feelings.The only draw back was the feeling that my bodily changes wereunsettling her. She was very supportive, though, continuously coachingme about my mannerisms. I could get the female me working for chunks oftime before I forgot and reverted to Tom. It took too. I shared my water bottle with her; she gave me a smile and even in this darkness i could see the glow on her face and her smile.When the bus stopped at a hotel for refreshments I got down, the lady also got down with her kids. I saw her in full light and was amazed, she was gorgeous, very fair with all the right curves and a perfect body. Especially in her Ghaghara and traditional choli could see her fair skin and her sexy waist which would looked very sexy while she walked, with her long. ” Thomas endured it as long as he could. He announced, “It’s past noon. I'm going to hike up to the lodge and see what I can find to do for a while.” Robert and I insisted on doing what we had done every Sunday morning for over twenty-five years: we read the newspapers and watched the network news shows. This time it was nice being alone for a while. Plus, Thomas’s reaction was way of character and not good manners for a guest. “Robert,” I began. “Yesterday I imagined Thomas moving in with. What the hell good were all my precautions, if a girl in London could tell I was under threat, and I couldn't.My eyes teared up. I couldn't see clearly any more...BLAAAATTT!! It was the horn from the truck in the next lane as I drifted over the line. I jerked the wheel back, slowed down, pulled over and stopped. I was crying. I looked down at my hands ... they were shaking. I'd really have to think about this, and I didn't want to do my thinking on the side of I-30.After thirty seconds or so of.
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