Our tongues danced slowly for a minute or so and then I felt it, almost like a bomb exploding. The feeling in December was like a firecracker compared... to this one, which was like an atomic blast. I broke the kiss and collapsed onto the loveseat.“Oh my God,” she whispered.“Yeah, I don’t think I have to explain the Connection to you now,” I said.“No, no, you don’t.” she said softly.We sat silently for a moment and I saw a tear roll down her face.“What’s wrong?” I asked with trepidation.“I’m. I just realized for the first time how big and powerful Pete really is. Although he hides it pretty well, he really is a hunk, isn't he?"At this point Jan smiled warmly. "You certainly have that right!" She then proceeded to tell about the first day they met and how they put sun tan lotion on each other. "So you see, after I had only known him for a couple of hours I saw what he is really like. Anita, he's a dream!"She frowned at the girl and continued, "But that's not what I mean. You said I. .." Before he could finish I unlocked the lock and opened the door. Inside was a short k**, about four foot six inches with bright red hair and a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. "How did you do that?" he asked. "My Dad taught me how to pick locks when I was six, it's not that hard." I said helping him out. "Thanks my Name's Gregory Mouser...but everybody calls me Mouse." he said extending his hand. "Nice to meet you Mouse, I'm Scott Morrison." I looked at the interior of. I barely finished in time, and that was with my mom’s help. Now drive, we’re trying to be fashionably late, not actually late, right?”Will put the big, red fire truck into reverse and began backing out the driveway. He spotted a woman looking out the opened front door and waved. Is that Mrs. Bishop? The way Prez came barreling out of her house I think she didn’t want me to meet her mother. Although I think we have met before at some point other than briefly last week; maybe at a school event?.