Michael heard what I was saying. He said, "John, you're just too thoughtful. Thanks!"Tamara came walking back up. She had a big smile on her face."Wha...t are you grinning about?" I asked her."You," she said. "Michelle is on cloud nine. She has never had someone other than her family do nice things for her without there being something expected in return."I suggested we all go get packed and get ready to head for the airport. We cleaned up and were ready to go within the hour. We ran into Michael. It was indeed a puzzle to me because I still couldn’t accept that the simple answer was that I was starting to develop a conscience. I was beginning to care about other people.Anytime I watch a TV show or read a book, I think about the main characters. If there is no one who reminds me of me, I stop watching or reading. If that character gets the short end of the stick, I also quit watching or reading.Here I was caring about some other character in someone else’s story and it presented a. My heart belongs to you.’ As I spoke these last words, I took hold of her hand and placed it over my heart. ‘So why can’t I wait?’ she demanded. Yeah, she had me. There couldn’t be a double standard. She was smart enough to see right through that. ‘I won’t lie to you. I will see other women. I did that before I met you, but I never found anyone that I loved until I met you. You are the only woman I have ever loved, the only one I could ever see myself with for a lifetime.’ She spoke next, with. If I can tell other parents that I only sell their children comics pre-approved by an upstanding member of the community like yourself, they'll feel more comfortable letting their kids visit my shop and I'll make a better profit! It's definitely a win-win situation!" Well, it's refreshing to see that kind of attitude," she said, eyes sparkling at the young man. His scruffiness, while slovenly at first glance, had become somewhat endearing. She was really starting to enjoy his company, perhaps.