“I never stopped loving you, Ryan.” I kissed his sweaty forehead.“Thank goodness.” was all he managed to reply.-------------------------------...---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had put my shorts on again and sat at my writing desk, surrounded by the glorious possibilities of ink and paper.Ryan came up behind me, wrapping me into a hug and resting his head on top of mine.“Hey.” He said.“Hey.”“What’re you gonna write?”I chuckled. “The story of my. ”“I don’t understand. That is so awesome. I feel like this a real cartoon or something.”“I know,” she said as she used her hand to push her hair away from her eyes. “It is important that humans don’t know about our true identities. If they do, it will gather unwanted attention with us. We might be targeted by the wrong type of humans or that they might want to harm us.”“I saw the fight, though. One of them grabbed you by the neck, but he didn’t manage to hurt you.”“It is true. He couldn’t hurt. Later when we were in our hotel room my gf told me that luckily he was with us and he carried her but still his self confidence is provocative and he is such big headed cocky man. Then she added, if she dated with him, she would do it only for fun....One day we decided to try the steam bath in the hotel. We wore our swimming clothes and took our towels and went there. It was a little room and a surprise was waiting for us in that evening. Mouzaffar was also there. He had become a total. Shortly, we were busy moving stuff to the trucks. I was stacking the pallets two deep by placing canned goods on the bottom.Not a half hour later, Barbara was helping us finds the supplies we wanted. Her daughters were gathering their personal belongings, preparing to leave with us. Another hour found us fully loaded and we were starting to get into the truck when Joy called and said, "There are two groups of cars approaching Sam's. One group is coming from the east and another group is coming.