No words came out. My first priority was to secure the door because if it slammed there was no way back into the house. So I bent down to put our door...stop in place."My word, you do have a lovely bottom," she teased, as I turned to see her retrieve my towel, but remain on the driveway beside the package. "Not too big up front, but incredibly cute however," she contiued.I put down my shaver and reached out for the towel from the doorway, but she kept it in hand by her side, the pen and booklet. I really didn’t understand how he could affect me like this and not know he was doing it. He fixed me with his unblinking gaze. Those eyes. Those fucking eyes! He said gently, ‘Listen to me Midnight. There is no shame in asking for help when you need it. And I will always be ready to help you. Okay?’ Amazed at my own daring, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and smiled, ‘Okay.’ He looked quite startled and stammered, ‘I… Erm… Okay… I think you need to go back to your dinosaur and send Mr. But seeing the cross before her conveyed a different sense than being told of its dimensions and construction. T he latter facts now struck her as somewhat cold and academic – distant and lifeless like a definition in a dictionary. It was only after feeling the wood -- appreciating its strength – and only after running her hands along grain, did she appreciate the art, the imagination and the craftsmanship with which it was imbued. She imagined the arms enveloping her, hugging her to its shaft,. (That wedding had been arranged by, you know who.)Well I braved mama-Lillian an’ Sandy and I got married. It t’were worth it ‘cause Sandy was mature and ripe at twenty-three and you all know how sweet it is when you pick somethin’ that is mature and ripe.As we became old and married, Sandy and I, I could see mama-Lillian waiting in the wings to change me. I figure she had one person to change and I guess she had done a good job on her husband, papa-Sam, but you know what, I think I was going to.