"I said, "I'm sure it will!" as I got cups and glasses and poured juice and coffee. I also found the jug of maple syrup and put it on the table, along... with butter, plates, and silverware. We quickly polished off the waffles, which were excellent. After cleaning up, we headed out the door. I said, "Steve, let's take my car for a change. I'll drive!"He said, "That's fine with me. Let's see, we need to go to the bookstore, drop off the film, J. Arnold Wood, and Adams Farm stand. Anything else?"I. “One hundred million violent dead in the last hundred years?” the cow-faced gent said, “You got no argument against it.“Millennia ago there were predators that competed against you humans and that kept your numbers down. But you couldn’t have that ... so you killed them all. Simply because you wanted what they had. Those you couldn’t hunt to death you took their land and drove them out ... even if they were your own kind.”I gave him a look.“It’s true,” he said, “Subhuman ... third class things. (I'm also a bit of a tease.) Mel is thirty-nine, hates the name, Melvin, is six-one, one seventy-three, the last I knew, brown wavy hair, hazel eyes, solid body and, for the ladies, seven and a fraction and nicely thick. (Yes, you'd like it, I sure do.) Mel and I met and began dating in high school, so we've known each other a long time. We started having sex about a month after we began dating and we haven't even slowed down. My husband has always been relaxed and eager when it comes to sex. The girl needs to bathe in his satisfaction, to fulfil herself.Looking up from her recollections, as she sits on the bench, in the park, she sees the object of her thoughts.As he passes by he turns his head and smiles warmly. He moves off into the distance.On the next day, the lone female figure sits upon the bench in the park. She appears deep in thought although her eyes are alert to the arrival of the smiling gentleman. Her restlessness is hidden. Her face and body are still. As she wonders.