‘He was shocked, to say the least.’ I feel my stomach churn as she continues. ‘But after I explained it and told him about the progress you were...making, he was really impressed.’ We sit silent for a few minutes, sipping our drinks. I try to get my brain around what she just told me. John understands? Can this really be true? ‘Hey.’ Jenny interrupts my thoughts. ‘I just remembered this is John’s fishing weekend. He and some friends from work are leaving Friday night. We can have a girls’ night. But the scent coming from the unknown object was of roses. My mind started to spin, trying to work out what was touching my mouth. It slid slowly back across my lips, then back again pushing slightly harder against my mouth. My painted lips parted instinctively a little more as the pressure of the object pushed harder onto them. It continued its journey from side to side until my mouth was forced to open sufficiently when I felt the object push its way in. With my lips now fully parted the. If you haven't gotten it yet, the point I'm trying to make is love is dynamic, not static. It changes and grows as we do. You can't say, 'this is love' and leave it at that. You have to nurture love. You have to feed it and help it grow—just like any living thing. If you don't water and feed a house plant, it will die. Wild plants depend on nature, but when we take them out of the wild and put them under our care, we have to look after them."Love is the same; left alone it will probably die. If. “Oh yeah!” Blake railed, his voice breaking, “Now if you could have just left the sheet in your lap... and it’s not like you’ve never bared your tits to a couple of guys before. On the boat, that time, you were even dancing topless. Were the guys bare-chested too?”“Uh huh, but we never did slow-dance. The rain came first.”“But you would have?” Tommy questioned, excited by the thought.“I’m sure we would have,” Charlene admitted. And I maybe could even be talked into it today.Tommy and Blake,.