Believe me, that matters. And try to find a good kisser." How the heck do I do that?" I asked."Find a guy like me," she said.Believe me, I wished she ...ere here. We'd be wrapped in each other's arms. That's what I really wanted.I hadn't been there twenty minutes when I found my guy. He was short and clean cut, one of the safety skaters. He reminded me of my Dad. Probably had a tiny dick and couldn't kiss for shit...but he looked safe."Haven't seen you around here before," he said.I used a line. While the gold rush was officially over, there was money to be made. We were soon established in a large house on extensive lands.While there, Ellen became dissatisfied with our life together. She wanted children and acknowledgment of her status while I preferred the quiet of relative anonymity. We parted on good terms and she reentered society as a twenty one year old war widow of independent means. I became somewhat bitter over the outcome and while I wished her well and never sought to. It was Saturday night and Danny was finishing up a few homework assignments. They were due the following week and he wanted to get them done to be ready for handing in when they were due.Karen was looking in on her son as he was finishing his homework. She was eagerly awaiting him to finish as she was looking forward to his servicing as always.“Are you almost finished, Danny?” Karen asked wondering as she was looking in on him.“Yes mom,” Danny answered. “I just need to finish a few things here. Ben, Bridget and Sandy." Hi."The office manager went on about computer needs but her attention was fixed on the other voice. The other familiar voice. Even after five years, she knew that voice. She listened to him describe the possible solutions to their system design problems as she slowly turned around. The first thing she noticed was what she always noticed first — red hair. It was what caught her attention when they met as kids and again in college and over and over.She stood up and waited.