Corey and I weren't that hungry after eating just before wearrived. We were sitting around and enjoying the food when Rick came tothe door."All I will...say is there better not be one drop of alcohol in those cups,"Rick said."Goddamn!" Jess hollered. "I don't even have to ask what's up your ass." No you don't," Rick stated. "Kris, I need to see you for a minute."Kris climbed out and headed out the door. We all hoped it wasn't seriousbut knew something might happen. Kris returned and sat right. “I know! It’s not even butter! Look at the dispenser. ‘Golden Flavored.’ They aren’t even allowed to call it butter. Golden flavor. What does that even mean?” As she talked her eyes sought him out, as he sought hers. The melodic hum of the “r” and the “l.” It made him dizzy.“It’s not butter,” he said. “It’s oil. Butter flavored oil. It’s disgusting. And it gets all over your hands. They get all greasy.”“It is gross,” she agreed. “That thing you were talking about? The accidental touching of the. When he answers I want to be able to let him know that Renee and I are coming for him and he will not survive the encounter.”“OK, give me a few minutes to check out the numbers. In the meantime, why don’t you and the missus clean up your bedroom.”“What’s to clean?”“Wildman! Everyone heard that scream this morning. I figure you and Renee killed someone up in the room.”“RECON!” Renee yelled.“Yes, Mrs. O’Dell?”Renee had spoken while her face was turning more and more red. I hadn’t seen her blush. He seemed to notice me staring and looked back at me, holding my gaze and then just standing there. I felt like I couldn’t stop myself from going over to him, it was like I was completely incapable of staying away from him. I made my way over to him and thought ‘I know everybody’s against this and that he could get in big trouble if he goes along with what I want but I don’t care, I want him’. He seemed shocked to see me standing right in front of his face and I smiled at him then grabbed.