The old banker was pacing from corner to corner of his study, recalling to his mind the party he gave in the autumn fifteen years ago. There were many clever people at the party and much interesting conversation.
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Andrea and I Beth are good friends and have been throughout high school t'ill now in college, so when we get together it's usually the 4 of us. One day last week we were sitting around Andrea's boyfriend's living room just chatting when the subject of sex came up.
The grunts and cries between them coming from us both.
That we were skin to skin was momentarily forgotten. Eventually, I whispered, "Why me?" "Hmm?" His fingertip traced the ridge of each of my cheekbones.
"Holly McGregor, will you marry me and be my Mrs. Holly Berry for the rest of my life?" I sniffed back a tear, and my eyes widened.
His fingers there flexed around my wrists.
So patient and encouraging.
For those who did approach me, I didn't come right out and explain how I was.