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I am starting to wonder if my being so open with him on my first visit was a little too much for him. If I remember correctly, I wasn't the only one there. It took the both of us to do what we did.

Chapter 12 

Today is Thursday and I haven't heard from Marc since we spent the night
together on Sunday.  I haven't called him either.  But now I am 
starting to wonder if my being so open with him on my first visit was a 
little too much for him.  If I remember correctly, I wasn't the only 
one there.  It took the both of us to do what we did.  He is as much 
responsible for our act as I am.  If not more. Shoot, he kissed me not 
the other way around.  Granted it was good and I was glad that he had. 
I just wished he would call and we could continue on from where we left 
off.  I don't feel like I am demanding something impossible.  I am just 
finishing what I started and continuing on.  Continuing on for a very 
long time.  I hope. 

I sometimes get the feeling I am headed for a very successful future.
But it is so hard for me to believe I am to receive this success alone. 
I like to share everything and it would be no fun with success without 
someone to share it with.  I can only wish for a compassionate, 
intelligent life partner.  Just as I began to get deep in thought the 
phone rings. 

"Hello," I say after trying to figure out who could be calling me from a
 (734) area code.  Mine is a (313) area code even though (734) 
literally starts across the street from my house but I don't know 
anyone who lives or works, for that matter, in that area. 

"Are you busy?"  He says kind of hesitantly. 

It's him! "No, just watching a movie.  What's going on with you?"  He
better have an excuse and a good one at that or he will get the ax 
fast. 

"I've been moving all week. Sore ankle and all," he says.  He does sound
tired, very tired. 

"So, you are back up at school?" I say.  This should be good because he
told me he didn't have to be back until this coming Monday. 

"Actually I am moving from my apartment at school because they have
discovered some black mold or whatever the hell you call it in the 
building structure so we had to move immediately for health reasons." 

He had a good excuse.  "I saw that on the news.  That was your
University apartment building."  I tried to sound as concerned as 
possible. 

"Yes, but in a way it is kind of a blessing in disguise because now I am
moving about fifteen miles away from school which puts me closer to 
home." 

Why would he want to be closer to home?  I am smiling now but I won't
get all of my hopes up high.  "You're homesick now after three years 
down there?"  I say waiting for the answer before I even finished the 
question. 

"A little.  I wish I could stay at home.  My roommate is a good friend
of mine but he is a slob.  It gets nerve wrecking after a while." 

That's a good reason. Maybe.  "How's your ankle?"  I say. 

"It could be better but I am able to run drills and keep up at warm
ups." 

"Warm ups?"  I really didn't know what he meant. 

"Yes, since the season hasn't officially started yet we can't call it
practice because of restrictions with the NCAA.  But it really is 
practice." 

"Oh," I say, "So when will you be back here." 

"I'm glad you asked because I was thinking you might be a little mad at
me since I haven't called since Sunday." 

"I figured you were busy but I didn't call you either so I really can't


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