then , when it got to be too much-when just one tiny push would send me tumbling over the edge-i forced myself to focus on his face . we lay there holding each other trying to catch our breath . that wasnt my intention , i respond as i come closer . he had driven his car - with the lights off- down to where west street t 'd into route 117 . thank you for coming up on short notice . she took a deep breath and spoke slowly . you pick the lock on the back door . 