We were just relaxing after everyone else had left the party. Erica slumped back on the couch, kicked off her flip flops, wiggled her toes, and patted her stomach. I returned her gaze, and asked if she'd like a Tums or an Alka Seltzer. Wait here a minute. Apparently she was no longer so innocent, and certainly not very shy. She had been my kid sister's best friend during high school.

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He lay there on his futon, having lowered the back to allow himself to watch TV in bed. Another Saturday Evening — hoping maybe his very pretty friend would come over. She would surprise him by just "popping" in at odd hours — totally unannounced. This was "her way" and he loved her for it — a totally free spirit, totally uncontrollable, a very sweet, tiny I'm home, waiting for you to walk in the door.