And I know ... it means ... admitting that I love you. Not just to you, but to everybody," she said. The kiss she gave me then was the sweetest thing ...since our first kiss when we were children. It was all of the things I'd learned to categorize. It was friendly, promising, hopeful, and filled with intent."Yes," I whispered."Yes?" Yes, I will make love with you today."The best planned lays of mice and men gang aft agley, and leave us naught but grief and pain for promised joy.In this case, going. And the bomb went off, right on schedule, "Pay! Un-qualified? Short! I'll show you who's un-qualified. How about you do one, and I'll do one and Mom and Dad will decide who did the better job. Winner takes all!" Oh, I don't know sis, that seems a little extreme, I mean I would hate to see you do all that hard work for nothing." Okay, Okay, that's enough. Let's not spoil a perfectly good weekend. And you are not putting your father and I in the middle. No way! You can both wash the cars,. Angela was a foreigner at one time.That was a long time ago, when she lived out in Brooklyn in a God-awful artist studio that was really a converted warehouse with no hot water. It forced her to take showers at work in the real city like some homeless tramp without any future. It was a humbling experience and one that she did her best to shove behind a brick wall in the corner of her devious brain.She was late the morning that the announcement was made about the signing of the world-famous. "Turn around. Hand behind your backs. We don't want you to start spreadingthe alarm until we are far away." "Please, don't hurt us. We'll do what you say," Shirley pleaded with them.She turned her back toward the woman who held the rope. "We will do what yousay, just don't hurt us." "You! Turn around." Cara looked over at Shirley, who by this time had her wrists tightly boundbehind her back. "Please! Do what they say! Don't make them mad!" Shirley looked down as they looped a rope about.