He tried to avoid her, but she kept knocking at the door. Until one day her realised that he had to open the door. She walked in without talking to hi..., and told him to sit down on the couch. He did, and he thought that she would go crazy, she didnt, she hugged him and asked him why he did what her did. His response was " i never really got over you, and when i found out that you had moved next door, and it was a dream come true. ", she said " awww, Alex, that is the sweetest thing anyone has. He was maybe forty, built though. He wasn’t too old for me. He came up next to me at the bar and gave me just the nicest smile. He was all flannel shirt and pine scent and had the largest hands. I started wondering how it would feel to have them on me. Turns out I didn’t have to wait long to find out.As soon as he said hi, his hand was on my back. It felt good and he started moving it around as we talked. I started tingling and it showed through my sweater. I’m pretty sure he noticed. I don’t. It was black with dark red Chinese characters embroidered on the left front lapel and the figure of a dragon in red on the back. It was closed with peg-and-loop hooks, the pegs made of ebony and the loops of braided silk. The workmanship was exquisite and it too might have been a cliché except the artwork was subtle and he knew that it would suit her perfectly. He tried it on briefly to establish it would fit her (they were similar in height) and he was sure it would be fine. Again, he. Pulled a knife on me. I killed a mad dog. No, wait. Mad dogs don’t know what they’re doing. Those guys made a choice.”“You’re okay then.”“I’m okay. I got my Jo-baby.”“Shower then?”“Together?”She smiled. “No other way, is there?”“Maybe some day in the future. Not tonight.” I stood up. She stood right into my arms. “You still love me, Jo?”“Forever, Stoney.” She started to unbutton her blouse.“No, let me,” I said. Our lips met while I worked down the line of buttons. I slid the blouse off her.