My anticipation of being in her arms filled me with a euphoric feeling. As of being intoxicated by some magical drug.My senses were expanded to a heig...tened level of awareness. The heat of my shower wrapped around me with a steamy caress.The moisture in the air was sweet. As I breathed it deeply into my lungs, eyes closed, imagining it was her. I leaned into the comforting stream of water. I had arranged for a second key for her to pick up at the front desk. To let herself in. Hmmm to let. She was absolutely delighted. The smile which tore her face open came from somewhere very, very deep down within her."I'd love to go underwear shopping with you," she said. And her sweaty hand squeezed mine. Her body jangled with excitement and in the confined space, her bare legs scissored against each other and mine.Oh-My-God. I imagined Amber doing the very same movement but as she sat on my lap... the obvious pleasure of a very different nature. ***"Is there anybody out there?" I'm still. To Jacks credit, he stood up shook her hand and said, “Guilty.”“Kate, is supper ready? I asked.“It is.”“Why don’t we have supper and a nice talk? I have a nice bottle of Pinot to accompany the meal and then we can relax.”As he sat down, Jack saw the easel and asked if that was the painting. I told him it was and he asked why it was covered with a drop cloth. I told him we would have the unveiling when we were finished with our meal.During the entire meal, Jack and Kate couldn’t take their eyes. They were only dating. Still, he couldn’t help but hope that his future was inextricably linked with hers. ‘Gin…’ He said it so faintly he wasn’t sure she even heard him. But she raised up on her elbows and turned to look at him. ‘Yes, Baby?’ ‘Umm… There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…’ ‘You sound nervous. Did you run down a clown on your way home?’ He couldn’t help but laugh. Her randomness and abandon of all logic and sensibility always lightened the mood even if it confused him to.