. I like your hair!" Her hand went up to ruffle lightly through Tim's hair. Her eyes glinted devilishly, and Tim knew she was enjoying playing with hi...m. She reminded him of a young kitten."Say... why are you called Dot? That's not French." Monsieur Sam... he thought it fit me... My real name is Marie- Claire. Would you like to take a walk?" she asked suddenly. "And I can show you the gardens... a beautiful day like this... you will want to see all the flowers!" She jumped up and began walking. She kissed me and said, “I love you – Richard O’Hara.”“And I love you Caroline O’Hara-O’Hara.”“Why did you say O’Hara twice?”“Well, the first one is your maiden name, and the second ... is your married name.”“My married name – Richard, what have you done?”I pulled it out of my pocket and got down on one knee, in front of Caroline, and said, through eyes that were moistening, “Miss Caroline O’Hara ... I’ve loved you for so long, although I’ve only expressed it recently. Will you do me the honor. Diane’s words came back to me about taming the beast. I knew I never could and would never want to. It was the fire that drove his passion. To tame him, would be to kill the man that he was. I had already seen a brief look at the man that was left when the flame flickered and I would do everything in my power to stop it going out. She had been so right after that first rugby match; I loved the big oaf.Leaning down and kissing him, I whispered, “Luke, Luke baby, I think you should wake up.”. But the electricity shared in those tender first kisses truly brought everything out of us. My left hand found it's way to the small of her back, while my right hand had moved up to wrap around the length of her neck. With each passing kiss, I would graze my tongue upon her lips, letting her know that it was there, giving her that playful feeling to keep the mood light and free. My left hand kept our bodies held tight together, as my right began to work back to the bottom of her hairline on her.