Stopping only long enough to walk the short distance to the locker room she ripped open the letter, scanning down to the bottom to make sure that it was indeed from Greg.

And then it hit, she didn't know how and didn't know why but in the next instant she found herself on the floor, crying freely in the middle of the locker room, and she hadn't even read the letter yet.

How depressing was that?

A perfect ending to a perfect date had Sara and Greg walking along a path in a park, to watch the stars and more to be alone.

The date had gone rather good, but it was the third one, Greg was half hoping that Sara was the kind where after three dates, you did, well you know did it. But she didn't seem like that kind of girl.

She had even been a little shocked when he had taken hold of her hand, but soon relaxed after he laughed at her. For being so uptight.

"Would you like me to push you on the swings?" he asked with a smile as he was already pulling her by their joined hands to the swings.

She sat down and he gently began pushing her back and forth the gentle breeze helping him in his efforts

"Make me touch the stars" she whispered but he heard her and his pushing became faster as she climbed higher and higher towards the sky.

Once he thought she was high enough he sat down on the remaining swing facing her.

"You were having so much fun that I decided I should try it" he grinned something he had been doing the whole night. It was contagious and Sara had caught herself more than once smiling along with him.

"Watch this" he pumped a few times and jumped off into the sand, loosing his balance and he got a mouthful of sand.

Sara couldn't help herself and let a loud laugh as the swing slowed.

With him coming towards her, she jumped off and began running as he began chasing her.

"You think that was funny?" he advanced towards her and reached out a hand grasping nothing but air.

It was hard to laugh and run, just when Sara thought she had enough time to catch her breath but was tackled down to the sand. Greg on top of her, somehow it wasn't funny anymore.

Sara licked her lips as his lips came down. Her tongue licking his lips by accident but it was electrifying. He pulled back just a inch giving her time to back up off but she didn't. And even pushed his head back down

His lips molding to hers as his hands glided up and down her back.

His knee slid in between her legs as he positioned himself over top of her.

This felt wonderful, amazing, fantastic but couldn't last they were in the middle of a sand box and work started in less than an hour.

"Greg, Greg we have to stop" his lips were doing incredible things to her neck something that was driving her wild.

That's a funny thought, come from necking in a sand box.

"You taste way too good to stop" the comment make fire run to her stomach, suddenly she didn't want to stop, she wanted it all.

They had time, but a) did he have protection, b) would he being willing, duh stupid question c) does she want sand in places that sand shouldn't be.

B was out of the question cause he was always willing. C could be dealt with, by a shower and A he was a guy who was always looking to score so of course he had protection.

But how to let him know that she wanted sex in a park? She slid her hands under his shirt and up feeling the hot touch of his skin, knowing that she was the one to cause this was breathtaking.

Beeping registered in her brain something like a watch or a pager. What she didn't like was that he stopped.

"Sorry, my watch, I set it to go off at the time I should be leaving for work" that put a cold damper on things.

He stood and held out a hand for her to take to help her up. The moment her hand touched his desire ran through her, this wasn't something that was going to go away.

She laughed through the tears that date had been good, more so because they hadn't and he had laid it out perfectly from then on in, so he would infact score.

Looking down at the note once more, the letters swimmed together as more tears blurred her vision. She was definitely not okay. She had come back too soon. But how much time would it take before she could walk in here without her eyes flying directly to his locker? Without waiting to hear loud music, that she had been getting used to for the last two years but on the rare occasion she could still hear it, and if she listened closely now she could faintly hear it.

The more she wiped her tears away the harder they fell, there was no stopping them, they would stop eventually and when they did all she would want to do is sleep away the time so she can have some false hope that when she woke up he would be there.

How stupid was she, sitting on the floor balling her eyes out over something she could never change.

Way to go Sidle.

Finally being able to look at the letter clenched in her hands, her tear drops marking the page, a sight that she had to bite her lip so she didn't start again she started.

"My dearest Sara"

A/N: Aren't I cruel? I actually was thinking about the letter this morning while trying to go to sleep, really wish I had wrote it down cause now I can't remember it. This story also gives me a chance to use some of my unposted stories as memories. I do promise that the letter is read in the next chapter. But of course REVIEWS would help me change my mind and post another chapter tonight cause it is done.