Finally, they broke away. Ruth momentarily looked down at James’s erection before looking into his eyes, smiling. “So,” James said, “shall ...ould you like meet up tomorrow night?” “I’d like that.” “Where shall we meet?” “Meet me here at seven.” “Okay. Er . . . Ruth . . . would you be my girlfriend?” Feeling elated at hearing ‘that’ question for the first time, Ruth beamed and said, “Yes. I would love to be your girlfriend.” Relief flooded through James, whose heart was. After lunch, he drove around the One Square Mile, looking at the elegance and grandeur of the magnificent buildings from the gold rush era. Dave parked his car back near the information centre and, using the Heritage Walk Map he had got the previous day, spent the rest of the afternoon meandering past and into many of the buildings.First, he explored the cultural complex called the World Theatre, where he noticed the unique blend of heritage architecture combined with state of the art. Gabriel was a little ashamed to admit that he’d jumped at the chance to see her. He could have picked up the phone and called her, but he was sure she wouldn’t answer. And if she did, he’d end up ruining the conversation like he always did and it would result in her slamming down the phone. So the best thing to do was just show up right? He considered not bringing the flowers, but that’s always a nice touch when trying to get back on a woman’s good side, and it must have worked because he was. ”“Well if you’re more comfortable that way, you should go change.”“For real?”“Absolutely. It’s Christmas. Consider it my gift to you.”“But I don’t have anything to give you.”“Remember, Braden. ‘Tis better to give than to receive.”Braden jumped off the coach and Tim showed him the bathroom. Tim poured each of them another drink and booted up his notebook computer. Braden emerged wearing a shoulder-length blonde wig, a pink mini sweater dress, and black spike heels. The sweet smelling perfume.