Bob leaned back in and began kissing her again. Michelle really like this. But then once again his hand found her breast and even though like before s...e felt the impulse to jerk away she restrained herself and didn’t. Then he moved his hand on her breast and she could feel the arousal of his touch and it felt good. But there was this strange other feeling in her, a feeling of betrayal. It confused her so she ignored it. Michelle was able to become comfortable with Bob feeling her breast even. "Why?" she asked with a wrinkled brow."It's the proper thing to do. I want them to welcome this," he said seriously."My dad is right. You really are old fashioned," she snorted in a tone which was partly disappointment and partly mocking."Your dad is always right. Remember that," he grinned back at her."OK, Mr. Smarty, when are you going to properly ask me?" she challenged."After you and I have picked out a ring that you like." Now you're talking. How about tomorrow?" She was determined to pin. I couldn’t explain why this was different, but it was. It was a feeling, an emotion, not just words. I was deeply in love with a woman that I had only chatted with online.Butterflies are pounding against my stomach walls; I take a deep breath, gathering up my courage, and enter the coffee shop. I quickly scan the area for a woman fitting her description: red hair, green eyes, and luscious red lips. My heart sinks as there isn’t anyone even close to that.She didn’t show up. I have been stood up. I looked at the note and it read ( can I play in your shed later in the day, the boys will not be there with me). Talk about being surprised. I just looked at the note not believing what it said. After I read it for the third time I looked up to see Kara was still watching. I nodded yes and she smiled and waved bye and walk back home. I ran and jumped in the shower and was done in a matter of minutes. I thought the clock had stopped for the time seemed to be in slow motion. Every few.