“Is he like a complete pothead these days?”“I guess. He does go through his moods, though, so who knows.”“All right ... It was a bit weird.�...�“Always is with Pete,” he said matter-of-factly. “Anyway, what was your question?”I told him about the park concert, giving him enough detail so he’d know that they’d have to take it seriously. Pete’s admission of their lack of recent practice wasn’t particularly inspiring, though. We were spending hours each day, and they had maybe jammed once a few weeks. She stared at the sheets, and eventually her eyes wandered to wear his hand rested. He saw her looking, and he lifted it for her to see. She was fascinated. He had large hands. They were large and calloused and rough from the ranch work, and she put her small, white hand against his. He curled the tips of his fingers, and they covered the tips of hers. He stared at her face the entire time, seeing her response. He continued to look at her, and she finally looked back at him. His hair hung. Then Annette said “Let me show you our conservatory” as she did “Very nice” I answered. Then she said “Come with me” as I followed her upstairs I could see under her skirt, and into her bedroom she said “Do you like our fitted wardrobes” “I like the mirrors” there were 6’ mirrors on the doors and they looked good, Annette was stood in front of them.I looked at her without her knowing, then moved closer to her she turned to face me, and I put my hands on her waist and gently kissed her lips, she. To his credit, he blushed a little. I looked at him and smiled as if to say, “yeah, what about it?” He took a deep breath; I told him he was being awfully dramatic about it and to say whatever he had to say. I tried to say it in a way that would reassure him, but at that point, I really had no idea which way he was going to go.After a quick nod from him, he asked me if this was my first time on the app. I sighed and looked at him. I told him we both knew the answer to that question and that.