He had practiced what he was going to say for hours. He had barely gotten any sleep last night he was so nervous. Now he was walking down the hallway to her office. He was nervous and his tim, trái tim was beating so fast he was afraid he would have a stroke. Almost there. Cal stood outside of Foster’s office, wringing his hands. He went over his speech once thêm and stepped inside her office.
The first thing Cal saw was the back of Foster’s head. Her straight brown-golden hair fell to her shoulders, and Cal instantly forgot everything. He was in a trance of her beauty,...
continue reading...