She got out at his house and went in for a nightcap, as it was only a short walk home. They sat on the sofa chatting and as they joked with each other...they got closer and closer together touching each other’s arm. He reached up stroking her cheek and as she looked up at him he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Softly, unconsciously she turned her head and kissed him gently on the lips.Jon kissed her neck and slowly down to her shoulders, his fingers lightly stroking her spine, making her. Sleep finally came. When I woke up, I had nearly forgotten what happened, but then it hit, and I cried fresh tears. I again thought how unfair it was, that it wasn’t time. I’ve learned one thing in my life- Death doesn’t care. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care about age. Death doesn’t care about circumstance. Death doesn’t care, because it doesn’t know. Death isn’t a person you can go scream at for wronging you. It’s a being that’s been around from the beginning of time, sneaking in. He and I were never really close, so growing up; I always felt alone. He usually ignored me, or treated me like I was a pest, so I usually tried to stay out of his way. We never really did very many things together, unless it was a family event. Nevertheless, I always wanted to be like him because he was very adventurous, funny and did lots of freaky things and I had to sneak around him to see what he was to do next and he never seemed to be happy with my spying steps.I still remember the first. " The man glanced nervously at thetycoon who nodded and smiled. "So, his next gift would have strings attached and I am involved," the girlsaid, causing Jim to exhale. He was glad she was semi-understanding, thoughhe knew that she had no clue what this actually meant. "Yes, you are very involved," Jim said. "If you come through, the Universitywill be $20 million richer and we will be able to fund that new building andinternational major that we have been talking about." Tara smiled. She was.