Five houses from her place she started hitting the button on the garage door remote. "Come on, Come on," Brenda said out loud. Finally, the door star...ted to open. Brenda pulled in the garage and immediately hit the remote to close the door. "Does this garage door always move this slow?" She shut off the car engine. The door finally closed. Brenda took off her sunglasses. Leaning her head back against the headrest, she closed her eyes and let her racing heart settle. Once she was calmed down. These eyes were so much to her. She’d never felt more beautiful in her entire life than when he was looking at her. Finally he leaned in to kiss her. She loved kissing this man. He knew exactly how she liked to be kissed – because he liked it the same way. Passionate, hard, and neat. Never getting sloppy and all over the place. He really knew what he was doing. He never suffocated her with his tongue, and he always had his hands somewhere lighting her on fire elsewhere. She liked looking down. If you're hungry we pass McDonalds and Burger King on the way home." "McD's would be nice, and thanks, I don't know what I'd have done if you didn't answer." We stopped, got his food and drove in silence as he ate. Once home, we got him settled in the extra room, turned on the TV and finding nothing, decided to play some Xbox games. We took the dogs for a walk and did some house work. Working thirds I was usually asleep by now, and the extra things I was finding to do just wasn't keeping me. He didn't demolish my arguments he just got me to view music in a slightly different way. When he talked about what music meant to him I felt ashamed of myself. He was describing how I felt about music when I was in my teens. Somewhere along the way, I had lost that ideal. Could I ever get it back? As we talked, I got this impression of a genuine, self-contained man. A guy who would accept people for what they were and find interest in their ideas and ambitions. He didn't have to throw his.