Unfortunately, we never were intimate again, nor had we ever talked about that one special night.Then I reflected on our friendship. I was the outgoin... one, while she was more reserved. I was sarcastic funny, while she was quirky funny. I was always the one making the plans, while Gwen simply went along with it. I was confrontational, while she avoided it at all costs.The more I considered Gwen and me, the more revelations exploded inside my head. She always let me decide what we did when we. Instead, she went to the grocery store and bought the ingredients she needed to cook up lasagna for supper for her and Robin. It was therapeutic to sling pots and pans, chop up veggies and stab the meat as it browned! Robin was delayed at her job and called to let Cassidy know that she planned to be home around 6:00. By the time she arrived, Cassidy had supper on the table, complete with salad and crusty french bread. Robin was thrilled that she didn’t have to make any arrangements for supper. "Oh, I see you like to cycle," she said."Yes, a friend and I cycle every Friday. We ride 20-25 miles. It is beneficial cardiovascular exercise, and we like riding the rail trails." Rail trails, what are those?"Communities have taken abandoned rail lines and converted them to bike trails. They are paved and relatively flat with little incline. We are by no means Tour de France riders, but more like leisurely sightseers," I explained."Sounds like fun. Could we try one today? "Are you prepared?. Eventually we talked for about ten minutes, me standing out in the hallway as she stood in the open door way. When she invited me in for some coffee I couldn’t say no. We sat at her dinning room table for what seemed like twenty minutes talking. When I looked at my watch it was almost 4pm. Today was actually the beginning of my weekend so it really didn’t concern me. Eventually we moved over to her stuffed couch, on the way her hand went to the small of her back and rubbed it a little. ‘Are you.