Remember we love you." I love you too, daddy."She hung up the phone grinning. Her parents always made her feel better. They loved each other so much, ...they still held hands at the table after almost thirty-five years of marriage. There was no doubting the love in their eyes. And they extended that love to their kids."They sound pretty great," Nick said. "They live around here?" Grand Blanc. Daddy's been with the city PD out there for thirty years. Mom has a flower store." She smiled, the first. Perhaps you should select one of them as your consort."As she turned to leave the store, Claire stopped and asked, "May I ... may I take you to lunch?" She voiced her question and lifted her chin, refusing to look anywhere but straight into his eyes.Slowly, Timothy shook his head, never losing eye contact with Claire. "I don't think that's a good idea. Maybe we need to forget what happened the other night." Can you forget? Have you forgotten, Timothy?" She challenged him."No," he answered. Krystle held me in her arms, laying my head on her bosom until I could feel my strength begin to return. "Let's go down to the hot tub," Krystle said. "Hot tub?" I began to wonder if all this water would start to make my skin dry out, and I made a mental note to use some moisturizer when I got back home. "I could use a good soak right now," Steve said. "Come, it's downstairs." They led me downstairs, through a hallway, past the kitchen, stopping at the doorway. I could see Miguel, his. Each moment, each touch was enough for that point in time, nothing else mattered, and there was no further expectation there. That became more evident as at one point the kisses stopped and she gently touched her forehead to mine and our noses touched. We held like that quiet a while with our eyes closed just listening to each other breath and holding each other. I felt safe and close to another person like only I felt with my family, yet this wasnt my family, this was different this was a.