On that note, I want to take you out tonight for dinner and then to dinner and a movie, or a movie and dinner, again on Friday or Saturday. You get to...pick. All of it. I’ll pick next week when we go out again.”“OK. You were scaring me.”“Not my intention. Melissa, honey, I’ve been hurt very badly. I will act like a man who doesn’t want to be hurt again. I’m sorry.”“Doug, I think that may be my problem here, as well. I’ve been hurt badly, too. Very badly, both physically and emotionally. A couple. Confused I apologized, “Oh don’t be sorry” she said calmly “I’m just getting hot and want to take my jacket off”.After removing her jacket I noticed that she on the sly undone her top button of her shirt. Game on I thought to myself. She sat down and continued to rub my arm this time instead of rubbing her leg; I pulled my arm away and started to play with her hair. Running my hands up the back of her head, grabbing a hand full of hair and giving it a slight tug. I could hear her moaning. “Yeah,” mumbled Sina. “I don’t think we’re going to be up for sunrise.”The sun was well up before Erta opened her eyes. Sina still slept, so she quietly adjusted her clothes, slipped on her pants, and picked up her boots to put them on outside the tent. She went to find the food locker where something had batted it during the night.Sina was getting dressed in the tent when she returned. When she emerged, Erta had laid out water and breakfast bars. They ate in silence, unable or unwilling to. In the dim, cavernous expanse inside papa’s old barn, we split up and searched, with only the pale morning light streaming through the large, open barn-door to illuminate our way. We each took a corner of the huge barn and wandered around the rough, hay-strewn floor, avoiding the big clumps of mud the tractor wheels had dropped everywhere, until Helen finally returned with her prize held high over her head. Since I had let her wear my rubbers, she gave me the boots to wear, and I pulled up my.