She was almost the same height as Jonathon, with a firm and somewhat manly build. She was a pretty woman, in a masculine sort of way. ‘I’m not exa...tly sure about all of this Jonathon,’ she whispered in his ear, ‘but I really like your outfit.’ ‘Thanks,’ he said again. Judith came slowly up the front steps, stumbling and giggling as she reached the front door. He was not sure she was even going to come in, she looked so afraid. She was tall and ungainly, heavy around the middle, and Jon. As he approached I made a quick appraisal, even in the fading light I could see he was fit, tan, like he had been here for a couple of weeks, a little older, hair just graying, neatly trimmed beard. Not bad I thought. He smiled as he came close. ‘Beautiful sunset and a perfect place to watch it’, he said. It was his voice that got me, deep, sexy, but genuine sounding. I smiled and agreed and asked him what that ridiculously long fishing pole was for. ‘Fly rod’ he said, ‘Perfect time to cast. Well, at least she’s giving me a chance to redeem myself. ‘Your dress is magnificent,’ I said, scoping out her outfit once again. That earned me a rub on the cheek by her slender left hand. If I was any less prepared, I might had lost control of myself. For the rest of the car ride, we let the music from the radio take over until we reached her home. I opened the car door on her side from the outside, which this time, earned me a kiss on the cheek. I proceeded to walk to her door, ready to tell. I would always ask my favourite question 'what's for supper' as I peeled off my school uniform before I even reached my bedroom leaving a trail of discarded clothing along the way. I was forever getting shit from my mother. Suddenly, I could smell the cookies and cakes she baked for me despite the acrid scent of burning rubber and wood.My escorts who both brought me home stared at me in happiness, yet I read a conflicting hint of sadness in their eyes. There was no time to waste, Claus jumped.