"Your honor, the government would like to withdraw its counter claim against Mr. Wilshire, pending his agreeing to the terms of an arrangement he made...with us just this morning in the coffee shop," the attorney said.The judge peered at him, then looked at me."I take it there were last minute negotiations going on?" The judge said with a quirk to his mouth."Yes, your honor. My client tendered a final solution to our mutual problem, which appears to satisfy the government," Richard said in fine. I love days like this. No time constraints, just chilling around the house with you. Free to be ourselves and do as we please. We decide to make ourselves some homemade tacos and put on some Netflix.I turn some music on through the sound system as I begin to prepare the meat. You are at my side, happily slicing and dicing lettuce and tomatoes. We both dance around each other elegantly. At one point, you hold out your hand and twirl me to Sinatra, leaning me back and pulling me back up for a. Seems to me a short story is harder to write. Care to comment?(Stephanie) It's true. You have to say everything you want to say in a really small space and I tend to ramble. I did a story for a 'Celestial Reviews' competition that had to be under a hundred words. Hardest thing I ever wrote!(genni_s) Have you ever had a good idea for a TG story and then logged on to Fictionmania only to find some one else has used it first?(Stephanie) I don't know if I've ever had that experience, but I have. ” I eyed my bed then looked back to my brother. He smiled, “Not yet. We can do that later.”“Well that’s no fun. Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” I said.He chuckled and stopped my hands from removing my clothes.He took a good look at my exposed breast then buttoned my top as he said, “I was thinking we could go out for a date first. There is enough time left in the day to see at least two more movies before they close.”My heart beat so joyfully. A date with my brother sounded.