The place looked deserted, from the look of it business was poor. The main office and surrounding cabins were all locked but I could have swore I hear... a bump in cabin one. The house was the last hope, I ventured up the stairs and could help notice someone in the upstairs window. I knocked on the front door three times. After waiting and receiving no reply I lost my patience and burst through the door. I had a quick loom downstairs but no one was there, so I began to go upstairs, I made it up. .to hell with it..."Hey, do you need help with that bag?" I ask her..."Nah, I can, thanks.."..."I know you can, hey can you carry mine also?"...she gave me weird look and then we laughed...she gave me her bag...walking, chatting...she's really nice..has son, divorced and she lives in her app quite near my place..."I'm here..."she says, we slowed our walk like we want to make it last longer, thinking how to make this last longer..."Hey, you helped me carry that bag, are you thirsty, it's so hot. He paused to think of the proper verbiage he'd send along with the picture. This was an important moment. He'd be giving Dennis a first impression on many levels.He typed, "Thanks for taking care of my wife last night. If it were almost any other person but you I'd be pissed, but she has only good things to say about you. You're welcome to go out with her more often. The attached pic is a gift."He was very curious about Dennis. He'd met him a few times in social settings, and he seemed to be a. And it was never me.”“Melanie, I’m confused,” I said honestly. “Then why?”“I had to become an adult to realize that I did not believe that I deserved to be that way. My reason for living was to have guys get off,” she explained after if describing a TV show. “But when I came that first time, with you, I realized that there something more to this sex thing. I wanted more than sex.”“But you never spoke to me again,” I said.“You didn’t want more than sex,” she said. “Not that I blamed you, but all.