‘What I want, what I need, is this,’ as she gestured to include the restaurant and us and our hands as they held each other. I had some smart-ass ...emarks ready but I saw anxiety in her eyes. Like me she was lonely, stressed. She needed a companion. I did too. I kissed my way from her cheek to her lips. I held her hands. She breathed a sigh of relief. We continued to hold hands as the waitress set out our breadsticks and took our order. As soon as she left I kissed her again. ‘These are the. .. it looks like he was talking to them,” said the Sergeant.There are times to speak out and there are times to acquiesce. The trooper KNEW that the fella hadn’t been talking to the obvious. There hadn’t been anyone in that little alcove ... he’d been there and examined it thoroughly; no doors, no widows and certainly not enough room to house that gaggle of heavyweights. The sergeant accepted the presence as evidence and there was enough trouble with half the MSU Spartans defense drunk and. "But Peg" I said "the dance won't actually be over for at least another hour, Sue won't be expecting us for a long time" My mom probably won't even be home when I get there" she snapped."I just thought that we should make tonight as special for you as possible" I said "but OK, if you want to go home, you're in charge" Who said anything about going home?" Peg fired back. "I just want to get out of here before I have to start fighting for you and ruin it. Besides, there's something else I want to. Suffice it to say it involves plastic packaging which you are all familiar with in your everyday lives. Not rigid plastic, but plastic film … of all types. This story is a romance that involves the packaging business. I hope you enjoy it. Originally edited by ErikThread and DaveT with my thanks. Additional fiddling was by me and any errors or omissions are my own. Coaster2 ***** Chapter 1 A Chill in the Air There must be tens of thousands of us. There has to be. In all the flights I’ve taken.