"No I don't think that these are... well they just aren't 'her', nope definitely not something she would wear." Why not Mike?" Well this just isn't so...ething I think she would wear; she's a little conservative for these. Christ she would probably think I'm some sort of a pervert, picking out sexy panties in a women's store." So let me see if I got this right, it's alright that you're following a total stranger and asking her about panties, panties that your wife wouldn't wear anyway because. My throat swelled with emotion as I pictured the two of us somewhere like Florence or Paris, cities I’d never visited but which, in my mind, were the places where lovers went. In my head I saw Hazel laughing brightly, the iconic backdrop of the Eifel Tower all lit up in a benign Parisian summer night behind her, I saw her smiling face and the shimmer of her bobbed hair in the moments before I kissed her mouth. My aunt’s mouth! I was kissing my mother’s sister, our tongues were sliding over and. ‘It’s obvious you love me. It just pours from you.’ I reached a hand up, wiping the tear away from her cheek. She made some pretty epic points. ‘So, please, don’t become that other Paul. Be you. I love you, Paul.’ I felt myself tear up a little. ‘So kiss me, then get us out of this mess.’ She snickered and leaned forward, giving me a kiss that spoke volumes of the love and compassion she had for me. It felt warm, familiar, comforting… it felt like love. ‘You know… you could always pitch in an. In fact, all nine of us left Ezra ta drive the chuck wagon an' went out with our rifles on kind of a hunt fer bad guys.I know, it ain't a joke when ya plan ta kill somebody what don't know ya're aimin' at him, but we wuz kinda light hearted as we left on our "hunt" cuz we could all see they end of the chase astarin' us in the face. The wagon train came ta a halt pretty quick that day, cuz we managed ta knock off every one of the drivers. A hell of a lot of Gatlin' Gun ammunition wuz wasted that.