I was transfixed and he saw me looking.“Got a good look?” he taunted. I was embarrassed and I went red in the face. I tried to pretend it was noth...ng unusual.“I could hardly miss it,” I said, “it nearly poked me in the eye!”That made him laugh and it seemed to take the tension out of the moment. He just sat back and covered himself up; rather awkwardly, I thought. Eventually, the game reached a stalemate, with me landing on Mayfair or Park Lane and him landing on my orange and red sets every. The final letter was dated just days before the family would have left New York on the way to Arizona.The author was a young girl. Her handwriting was beautiful. Every stroke of her pen was a unique work of art, and each word a masterpiece in itself. Wherever that child learned penmanship was not public school.Each letter was signed with her first name only – Cindi with an 'i', and each 'i' was crowned with a sweet, slightly off center, heart. For some reason I was captivated by her precision. Jim watched Paul as he drove the car into the fashionable part oftown. If he remembered correctly Paul owned a small law firm whichbrought in a fair sum of money. Jim watched the muscles moving underPaul's shirt as he drove, he was quite handsome. Paul opened the door for him, Jim was expecting this and thankedhim. Paul then pointed his elbow at him, Jim looked at it before herealized he was supposed to give Paul his arm to hold as he escorted him.The restaurant was on the river front and they. Teresa... Will you marry me?"She laughed in delight. He felt his heart swelling with joy that he had managed to ask her.Then came her reply. "No," she said, and giggled."What!" he exclaimed."Where are you?" she asked."What? I'm... I'm at home. Why?" I'll be right over." And she hung up!"Ahhhrrrrg!" he screamed into the dead phone.She arrived in minutes, which he thought was physically impossible given the distance and traffic between their homes. She was wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and no.