Someone like you."Martin chuckled. "Thank god there is only one of me then. I darn sure wouldn't want her to mate with someone like me." He said. "And... I would never tell her who she can enter into a relationship with. That is one thing we all agreed on. We would let our children find their own way. We have done that and that hasn't worked out so bad." I have told Normya that as well." Dysea said with a smile. "She is just as stubborn as you however." Yeah ... well I seem to have passed that. Through cheesecake and coffee we listened to the orchestra start up, Big Band and Swing Jazz. We laughed that we had both dreaded the thought of being here alone and that we were happy that providence had somehow fated us to sit at the same table at the hotel. I asked her to dance, as a number with a moaning saxophone and brushes on the drums was just getting going. A slow dance in a darkened room, the glittering ball casting a thousand shimmering lights as it twirled ever so slowly overhead.. ”“Well, I’m sorry I said anything if just the idea of the question makes you get your ire up. Just forget it; I’ll deal with the problem myself.”“Now you are getting me pissed. Just tell me what you wanted to tell me, I can’t promise I won’t get mad, but if you don’t tell me, I will be mad. You have about 10 seconds to decide if you’re going to try to chance my anger and tell me, or you will definitely feel my anger if you don’t tell me.”I shut the stereo off and turned my attention on to my. As the spring became summer, her garden clothes changed from sweat shirts and pants to shorts and loose shirts over tees. Now that summer was in full blossom, tee shirts became less frequent under button shirts that showed off her ample chest. There were days when I could tell the color of her bra beneath the thin fabric veneer of her shirt.One day as I walked past, she spoke to me over her fence and we began to have daily conversations. At first we exchanged pleasantries; hello, good.