Adult Blogger: BUSSTOPWHORES.COM BUS STOP WHORES would also try to bring as much of the Stewart furnishings into the home as possible to help put the children even more at ease.
Eventually she looked at the list one last time to see if she'd perhaps overlooked something. Satisfied she placed list and pen on the coffee table, refilled her glass of wine from the nearby decanter, and settled herself deeper into the sofa. Laying her head back against the pillow she finally allowed her mind to ramble where it would.
Her lips curled into a small smile of familiar remembrance as her mind turned the pages of her life back to her early school days when she and Gordon Stewart were just best friends. They'd studied together at his house or hers (they only lived two houses away from each other). They'd gone to high school football, basketball, and baseball games together, attended the school dances as part of a group of themselves and their friends, and generally enjoyed each others company in a non-sexual way. Even when the gang piled into several cars to go to the drive-in movie they'd never held hands, the object being to see who could eat the most hot-buttered popcorn. They were best friends and that had been the way it was