Sam followed Jayson to the kitchen, Mike coming down behind them.  She took a cup of coffee from Mike eagerly as he asked what she wanted for breakfast.  A silly grin crossed her lips.  “I would die for some pancakes!”<br/><br/>When they were all around 14, Sam had an obsession with pancakes.  Every time they ended up at each other’s house or a restaurant together, she would order pancakes.  Jayson used to tease her and say she would turn into a pancake someday.  Of course, when she got older, she had to watch her weight, so pancakes became a distant, sweet memory.  But today she felt like celebrating.  She wondered if either of the guys would remember.<br/><br/>Taking a seat at the table, she set her coffee cup down, still fingering it, and looked at Mike.  “As a matter of fact, I have done some modeling.  Nothing famous, of course, except maybe to old man Wilson when I did an ad in his catalog.  Can you imagine?  Me on an old John Deere in cut off shorts and a Daisy Mae shirt.”  She laughed, running a hand through her long hair.  “Most of the time, I’m a cocktail waitress.  Not as much fun, but it pays the bills.”  She picked up her cup and took a tentative sip, then set it back down.  “So, what about you guys?  What have you been up to?”<br/><br/><br/>