.." She looked at me. "You really do mean 'anything,' don't you?" I nodded, relieved when we started walking again. "Even if I take you home right now...and tell you to show me that you trust me." That was a statement, not a question. But I confirmed it with a nod and a glance. I was wishing she'd take charge of my heart again, since I was getting very tired of its antics. It was trying to break my eardrums.We walked to the edge of the park before she spoke again. "Why were you so stubborn four. . much more than I dreamed." You dreamed about this too?" Is that a surprise?" No ... I guess not. All that dreaming, though. I didn't match the real thing. Didn't even come close," I said, pulling her even closer to me if that was possible."Do you think the next time will be just as good?" she asked, her fingers stroking my cheek."Better! Each time, each day, each year ... better." Show me," she said, climbing on top of me. "Make love to me again and show me." I may need a little time to. " Please hear me out," I said carefully. "For as long as I can remember - I've just known things that I shouldn't know. This is one of those things. I KNOW that little girl is sick, and going to die if I don't get her to Doctor Abrams. That's all I know, but it's enough to get me moving to take care of it."There's another little girl in the Kansas City area that needs a new liver, but her mother's insurance won't fund it because she has a less than fifty percent probability of survival. I don't. I help Mrs. Jones to my car. She was just as drunk as my mother and needed support to get into the car. Mrs. Jones is a large woman with a big bosom and a large trunk. She is also very talkative.The drive to her place was easy, she talked non-stop about how great the party was. Halfway to her house, she suddenly said that it was too bad her hubby was not home because she sure was horny now. I did not know what to that. Mrs. Jones said that alcohol got her horny and she wanted to feel a hard.