A sub looking for a base. The baseness of my desires. A debased substitute for love. There was no one around. Finally, I was in the lowest level, whe...e found a plywood door that was locked from the inside. I knocked, and there was Mr. K., wearing construction overalls, not his Armani suit. From the cold, wet construction site outside, I walked into a medium-sized room that was actually warm and dry. There were some electric heaters and there was carpeting over the cement floor, but the. "We are NOT on a date, Kevin, so get any idea out of your head that this is anything more than two hungry people eating."Which I took to mean that this was exactly what she said it wasn't – a first date.I looked hurt and she slapped my hand, gently. "Don't even try to play the hurt suitor card. Guys have played that game on me since I was in seventh grade. It didn't work then and it won't work now." She smiled when she said it, to take any sting out of her comment.I was enjoying doing nothing.. " I hadn't even thoughtthat she'd notice it because for the past several days when I got up inthe morning I had been putting on a little eyeshadow, not much, just alittle so that I could barely tell I had any on when I looked in themirror - but I guess that girls notice stuff like that more than guys."And the other things I gave you, are you wearing them?" I didn't sayanything but felt my face get really hot as I blushed. She smiled andlaughed a little and said, "See - I had a pretty good idea. You have your little spot in the country now, the seclusion and peacefulness you always dreamed of but it was your dream, not mine. I want and always wanted the lights and music, good food and plays and restaurants. I sure don’t see any of those out there in those trees you love so much and I damn sure won’t see them if I have to stay here and take care of you if the Cancer comes back again. Face it George, you’re in the twilight of your life and I’m at the dawn of the fun time of my life. I.