Choosing ingredients that taste the best, preparing the food exactly how I like it. The constant sense of anticipation from the moment I buy ingredien...s knowing that they are the best to the last satisfying bite that makes you want to lick the plate. When it’s that good you know it’s worth waiting for. You get what you put in, for example the sauce, you can either use cheap oily supermarket own brand chocolate that is a nightmare to make anything decent with or you can use fine expensive. And then he was off the bed and searching for his pants. It never occurred to him to turn the light on and he was just lucky that there wasn’t much furniture to get hurt on. As it was, he stubbed his toe on the bed frame. ‘Wait!’ Jillian called out, sitting on the edge of the bed. ‘What the fuck’s the matter?’ He was still searching the floor, trying to ignore the pain in his foot. ‘Are you underaged or something?’ he asked her. Her voice rose an octave when she asked, ‘What?’ And then she let. ..” he said so quiet that even I with my superb hearing was just barely able to make it out. “Me too.” I whispered back to him. We smiled at each other for a couple seconds. [More awkward silence]. Then we looked each other deeply in the eyes again and slowly moved our heads closer and closer to each other until our lips met. It was the best, wettest, and hottest kiss I had ever experienced. Kyle’s right arm wrapped around my back, pulling me closer to him while his left hand began stroking his. I shouldn't be looking, she's my father's widow. Does the fact that I didn't know her, had never even talked to her, have any merit? I could ask myself questions like this all day long and what would it get me? I had to talk to her, about her and dad. The coals were ready so I went into the house for the food. The veggies would take the longest to cook so I placed them on first. Margie saw the food on the grill, so she went into the house and washed her hands. It was time for the steaks to hit.