She had waited, hidden in the woods near the end of the driveway. If it hadn’t been for her foot, Jane smiled to herself, they might still be standing there now. Indian porn sex The hope that had ignited briefly within her died away. There she met his roommate, a red-haired Texan named Charlie, who tactfully excused himself so they could be alone. As it turned out it happened a lot sooner than she had expected. The thought of his car without him in it; of being reminded of his absence every time she stepped out of her house and saw it in the driveway; of knowing the story behind virtually every stain in the upholstery but not having him there to smile over it with her… Oh god, she missed him so much already, how would it be when he was actually gone? “That note…” he said, as if to himself. Jane’s gaze fell upon the workbench. She was just working him up her nerve to ask him what was going on when they reached the exit for Logan airport. And stopped, staring, at the clothing draped over the sawhorse.
