Then she continued--’but I miss that disrespectful son of a bitch.’Frowning, I reprimanded her. ‘Mars, he was not a nice person. I bet he wasn�...t even a good kisser.’She giggled. ‘Nope.’I returned her smile with twice the warmth and then leaned over her, pressing my mouth to hers. I felt her smiles against my lips, gently kissing back.Us kissing wasn’t new. I’d never had a serious boyfriend, for various reasons, but when Marsie had been curious about kissing at thirteen or so, I helped her. When we were there today I didn't see anyone from my high school group. I don't know ... maybe there's a few left that'll be going to the later service ... but I've lost touch so I wouldn't know."As they discussed their respective religious experiences, Mike and Ruthie were able to understand each other on the issue of religion. Mike did not have the explosive hatred towards organized religion that Ruthie had because his church was not such a domineering presence in his life as he was growing. "Ron's gaze never left his target, his wand flicking to Luna's outstretched arms without a glance, sending her tight ropes coiling free.Luna smiled happily, flexing her wrists testingly at eye level, as Ron took a step forward."I'll ask you one more time Harry." He muttered menacingly. "Get. Away. From. The. Grim."Harry's confusion regarding Ron's sudden appearance was routed by the serious expression across the redhead's freckled face. At a loss for explanations, he turned back to the girl. With that in mind I drove straight home. We had time to get to Haymarket before the town shut down for the night. I didn't like that I felt a little shaky about calling Marshal Hall of the GBI. I can always call him later if we get stumped, I decided.When I got to the house I found that the house was warm and Martin had the coffee made. Life appeared to be good. Since I tried on the skirt and sweater at the store, the outfit fit me as I wanted it to."Very conservative," Martin said. "You could.