‘What’s going on with you?’ ‘Nothin’ much,’ she said. ‘Actually, I just wanted to thank you for what you said to those D.A. people. They...told me if you hadn’t done your job right I’d be spending a long time in jail.’ Ed McCarley looked down, he never knew how to take a compliment or an expression of gratitude. He just nodded. The girl apparently took his silence as rejection, stepped back, and started to walk off. ‘So,’ Ed McCarley asked, ‘how are you doing?’ ‘Oh, you know.’ All Ed McCarley had. I would want to kiss you first, but I hope you’ll forgive me in skipping the description of our first kiss since I hate spoilers. So instead I’d run my fingers through some of that gorgeous brown hair, fanning it out around you. I’d see if I can find some of those red highlights I saw in it online. Do you like your hair played with? Pulled softly? Stroked back from your forehead?’ ‘I love all of those actually. Especially like little sections of it pulled softly all over my head. That gives me. "Well, I'm twenty four years old, I just broke the engagement with my fiancée after 2 years, and I'm going back to school for a degree in journalism." Why did you break the engagement?" Um ... I just don't think we wanted the same things out of marriage. He loved me, treated me like a princess, showered me with gifts, pampered me, everything a girl could want. But that's not what I wanted. I'm not perfect, and he was treating me like I was, like he didn't deserve me. It was great at first, but. ”“I completely understand that. I don’t want you to but if you did, I’d totally understand it.” I paused to see if she would continue. “And the other part of you? What does the other part of you want?”She looked me in the eye and said “Please don’t think less of me. I’m afraid to tell you what the other part of me wants.”“I respect that and it’s okay if you don’t.” We sat there in silence for another moment while she wrestled with her thought.“The other part of me wants get out of the car and.