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experienced with Carl.  She had felt wanted, desired, God help her – she had felt like a woman.  Even now, she was aching with longing.  Her skin was tingling from his touch and her lips were still warm from his kiss.  With a ragged sigh, she fought her need to turn around and head back; to find him and beg him to hold her again.  Gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were white, she tried to get an equal grip on her emotions. 
    Almost immediately, she regretted not giving him her name.  Now she had lost him forever.  A sick feeling overwhelmed her.  It took everything in her to keep herself heading north, she wanted to spin her car around and drive back to him as hard as she could.  But most likely he would already be gone.  A sob hiccupped out of her chest.  What had she done?  Tears were streaming from her eyes. 
    ‘Think, Cecile, think.  Be reasonable,’ she lecturself.  Nothing that had happened between herself and Bobby had been real.  Bobby’s only impression of her was one gathered under cover of the night.  If he had seen her in the bright light of day, he probably wouldn't have been quite as eager to spend time with her.  If he had gotten a really clear look at her, he probably wouldn’t have kissed her at all.  What happened had been a mistake – on both of their parts. 
    Still, their encounter had been magical.  It would be a joy to dream about – to relive.  And the next time she made herself come, the man of her dreams would have a brand new face.  Wiping the tears from her eyes, she started making plans. 
    After about a hundred miles – things were beginning to come together.  Tomorrow, she would call a lawyer and initialize divorce proceedings.  She would also start looking for another apartment.  There was no way she was going to remain in the apartment she had shared with Carl – too many bad memories.  And she had that gynecologist appointment coming up.  It would be a good time to ask questions.  He might not have the answers to her problem, but it was a good place to start.
    Having made that much progress, she felt empowered.  The only sad spot was walking away from that incredibly sexy man who had seemed to enjoy her kiss.  Why couldn’t it be different?  Why couldn’t she be a different person?  Why couldn’t her body and the love that she had to offer be enough to make a man happy?  Turning the radio on, she found the loudest rap station that she could find – attempting to drive away the sad thoughts.  Clearing her mind was imperative, because she had something really important to decide – what to do about Annalise . 
    Cecile was about an hour out of Dallas and there was little traffic on I-35.  Her stomach growled and she remembered that it had been hours since she had eaten anything.  Pulling into a convenience store she jumped out to buy a soda and some cheese crackers.  Throwing a shirt over her white blouse, she laughed at how she must have looked to Bobby.  A drowned rat came to mind – make that a drowned rat with an overabundant bust-line.  Laughing to herself, she could picture a cartoon character matching that description.    
    Cecile tried to straighten her hair, but the dampness and no hair dryer had turned her curly top into an unkempt mop.  By the expression on the night clerk's face, she was a scary sight, indeed.  Oh well, that only confirmed what she had known all the time.  Getting back on the road, her thoughts returned to Ethan and Annalise .  He was divorced, and she was still in love with him.  What a shame it would be if she didn't do something to try and get them together.  Annalise was beautiful and a few scars would not be enough to keep her from being cherished by the right man.  And Ethan definitely looked like the right man.  If she came right out and told her friend about Ethan, she would never consent to visiting Lost Maples, but if she went down there for an entirely different reason…