I better warn Suzie.”Sean typed for a minute and then read the line aloud, “Roses are red.”He stared at the screen for five minutes and then sai..., “Roses aren’t always red. Sometimes they are white, yellow, pink, or carmine. I’m going for honesty here so I better not start the poem with a lie.”He stared at the screen for another minute. Finally, he said, “Maybe I should use a footnote to explain that I’m taking poetic license rather than going for absolute fact.”After typing two pages of text. You can."She started and I was rock hard from just thinking about it. She took her shoes off and was in white socks. She said, "Can I see you in your underwear with my socks on?"I said, "Sure, but I would like to open the door of your car to cover me from other cars if any come by and have you stand blocking the other direction."She agreed and stood in the dirt in nice bright socks. I could see that her toes were aligned perfectly and her feet were not real wide or narrow and had medium arches,. People would stop and talk to us, not like the people back home who looked at me like I was a loser because I didn't care to go to college. With Sammi by my side, I can do anything -- I just want her alongside me when I do it.Sammi went to college for a year, then decided to come home and help Mom and Dad in the tax business they'd started, Sammi having proved herself by bringing in some new regular clients, as well as being very smart regarding tax law herself. Mom and Dad certainly could've. If all Josie needed was a phone call to make things right, I could call her. The bar was noisy and John had been pretty drunk and had no accent I could remember. How was Josie going to know? After all the thinking I'd done about taking chances, it seemed like a good idea.She picked up on the third ring."Hello." Hi, is this Josie?" I felt like I was sixteen again, calling for a first date. My hands were sweating like crazy."Yeah, who's this?" It's John, I met you at the bar where you work a week.