Men do tend to be oblivious to it, though you seem to have one all your own, that we can sometimes understand.”It gave me some things to think about...as we went to rest for the night, and I found myself having trouble getting to sleep. While I will admit that the comment Janet had made caused some of it, most came from the unknown elements of what was to come.We were now two weeks out, with only three days after we arrived to get the information we need before the next blood moon. My worry was. She had been listening to Middle Eastern music. When I asked her about the music she told me then that she was a belly-dancer. There was this convention coming up and she wanted to use the company camera to capture pictures of the dancers. I explained to her I thought it would be all right. Looking back on it now, what a foolish mistake it was to say this, but I revealed to her that I was deeply thrilled by belly-dancers. I suppose that set the precedence right there – although she seemed at. ”“I really enjoyed sharing it with you.”I lowered my head so our lips could meet softly. It was quick, what with being surrounded by people. Not a lot of them, but it definitely wasn’t a private moment. Nevertheless, both of us wanted more of it. It was the first kiss of the evening. The first real physical contact. We hadn’t even held hands. Getting to know each other I guess. Becoming friends.“Should we look in the museum store?” I asked.“Sure.”Like in the museum we remained together sharing. "He almost told her it wasn't that important, that he knew everything he needed to know, but he was realistic enough to realize the doubts would creep in again if he didn't squash them now. "I know," he agreed with a sigh. "I have some questions I'd like to ask."Sarah looked almost apprehensive, but she was a strong woman. He saw her body language change as if she were willing it not to cower. "I'm sure you'll have even more when I'm finished talking. Please," she pleaded when he went to.