As time passed, we became close again. The message turned into calls and sometimes video calls. By conversations, I came to know that she is not happy...with her family life.She used to share her problems and how her husband beats her. I used to console her. Slowly, she started liking me. We know that we like each other but we are not breaking the ice.I am in a fear that if I take next step, she may stop talking. So, I want her to take a move. So, I cooked up a story of having an affair with. “Anyway,” I said “my name is Paul. What’s yours?” “Anna,” she told me. “So,” I grunted “where are you headed? And all by your lonesome I might add.” “Oh, San Diego and yeah, all by my lonesome. I got divorced about two years ago and have been playing the singles game ever since. That’s okay though, I’m loving it!” she said “what’s your story?” “I’m off to San Diego too, although I never made it to being married. Always been more of a spontaneous singles guy myself.” I said as I boldly reached. She pauses a moment, still embracing me firmly, then relaxes. “God damn,” she says. We laugh. She throws her head forward like she’s too exhausted to stand straight, letting water run down the back of her neck. I massage her gently and wonder how well we will know each other after tonight, but quickly push that distraction away. She brings her head back up and gives me a kinky smile, pushes off the wall and puts the both of us into a spin, so that I’m the one against the wall. She’s more. "Uh, no. Why?"Paul gestured toward his lips. "I saw you touching your lips... Thought they might be sore from this nasty weather." Ah," Abby responded, finally putting what had happened together. She was touching her lips where Blake had kissed her that night. "I'm fine. Thanks." If only the real problem were as simple as merely having chapped lips, she sighed. "By the way, call me Abby. The Miss Wilkes stuff is kind of formal for a department store parking lot, don't you think?"He chuckled..