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 colleg... and over and over.She stood up and waited behind him. When he turned around, he stopped cold."Hello, Wilson." Bridget?" He was shocked. Then he smiled, "Bridget. Hi."She grinned. She could not stop. "Are you free for lunch?"The office manager started to answer but Wilson talked over her, "Yeah. What time?" 12:30?" She was still grinning,. I couldn’t imagine a guy having a better life than I did right then; a wonderful wife who I loved unwaveringly and a beautiful girlfriend who that wonderful wife knew about and approved of whole-heartedly. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world! Then a funny thought struck me, well at least it was to me; you might think it’s a bit corny. Since I started to write these stories about Michelle and I, I’ve been communicating a lot with a couple, ‘Lucky’ Rob and his beautiful Japanese wife Annie,. "You can light the part of the stem that is still sticking out from the candle and it will keep burning for a long time. The flame melts the wax and it moves up the stem and burns. It will give light for hours. It isn't very much light, but you don't need much when it is night and there is practically none anyway," I said."I can see where that would be a big help. I am anxious to get the comb now and see you make a candle," he said."I am too," I said, but I didn't tell him it was so I could. Chapter 2“Hey Erick.”He jumped up. Frantically he looked around, finding himself in the library. Sitting at his favorite table. Nikita stood next to him again she reached to kiss. This time he avoided her. “Aww,” she pouted. “You’re no fun,” her hand reached down to his crotch. He looked at her hand. Pushing it away. “How about we do this some other time?” Freaked out he packed his belongings and left. On his drive home he kept replaying the scene. The more Erick thought about the less logical.