As we left the bar and headed to our cars, she told me to follow her. I followed her yellow Mustang through the city streets, wondering if I should tu...n around, but I couldn't. The half dozen drinks had made tonight's rendezvous inevitable. Tonight I would find out what I needed to know about myself. We made it to her house after driving for about 25 minutes. It was in a nearby town and was the only house that I had seen in miles.There was no going back now. We arrived at her house and she. It took Emma more than ten minutes to wiggle her way out of the dress; she was proud that she managed to get it off without ripping anything in the process. She hung it on her bedroom door in preparation for the next day.A half-hour later she was driving to the house of a Chihuahua named Frankie. Well, technically it belonged to Frankie’s owners, the Bretts. She had exchanged the bandage dress for her less sexy, but far more comfortable (and appropriate) dog walking clothes.She was strolling. Thirty minutes later I was still sitting there looking at him. I wondered what he was dreaming about. Wondered what was going on in his head. Wondered if he was dreaming about me. I just sat there looking at him. “I love you, Liam.” I’d never said that to him while he was awake. He’d told me he loved me, told me a few times coz he did love me…as a friend. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I loved him. I loved him more than a friend and I couldn’t say it to him. But I was saying it. “Good choice.” I said to Linda in a clear voice without taking my eyes off of Kara. “She looks incredible.”“Good enough to eat.” Linda agreed, her voice sounding only a little strained. We both ignored the sharp gasp and moan from our daughter at our topic of conversation. “Don’t you think?”“Without question.” I growled as Kara came to a stop before us. I walked around her, circling behind our daughter as I took in all of her scantily clad body. Her shoulders and back were rigid with tension,.