Okay, so he's agreed to share that with someone here if you suddenly come down with something seriously fatal. That is chicken shit in the extreme, an... I hope I get the chance to lay a hand on him, if only for a few seconds." I hope we both do." She shared, as she shook my hand on it. "My name's Sherry Andrews, and yours? This hurts me so much the asshole is going to kill me and has put your life on the line, too!" She put both her hands to her face as the tears poured forth.Damn it, the morale. “And I told myself I can’t do that. And I tried to run away.”“And you tripped,” said Bobby.“I was crying. I couldn’t see where I was going.”“So I hurt you?” His voice sounded anguished.“No.”“But you were crying,” he reminded her.“I panicked. I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t face the fact that ... I love you.”“So you love me?” His voice rose.“Didn’t I just say that?”“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t expecting that. I was expecting you to say we had to stop seeing each other, or something.”“And you thought. 'The festival was to be inside the small town. The town, no more than a mile away from the fair grounds, had blocked off streets throughout the downtown for us. The Festival's first day, I discovered on a more detailed reading of the internet brochure, was to culminate with a motorcycle race at the aforementioned racetrack. I hadn't prviously bothered to read past the downtown show part. The motorcycle race did explain all the tents pitched over the fairground. It also explained the motorcycles. . Sorry.." Melissa mumbled as she tottered a little unsteadily through the door. "I think I might have a little too much wine Jasmine, I'm sorry, I'm so nervous!" No worries hun." Jasmine replied closing the door, "Look, you don't have to do this. You know that right? Like we said you can back out any time. Even before we start. No drama and no upset, it's all good. Right?" Oh no Jasmine.. I know.. It's nothing like that.. I want to do this, I really do.. I've been getting so turned on thinking.