I stopped moving until she opened her eyes. I searched for signs of pain however all I saw was her love for me. We made love several times that night... each time better than the last. We woke about mid day and made love again. Our lives changed that weekend. Jan moved in with me that week and we’ve been together since. We’ve had our ups and downs however our love for each other has seen us through every time. They say that there are several events in one’s marriage where the bonds are tested.. Her face was close. He took the chance, and leaned over, and gave her a gentle kiss. She smiled at him. ‘I really have to get back home,’ she said. ‘But I really look forward to seeing you this weekend.’ It turned out she lived in a little house, on the edge of the park near campus. She let him in, just long enough to write his phone number down. ‘See you Saturday. I’ll call.’ And she gave him a sweet little kiss, just before she shooed him out. The next day, Frank arrived extra early for his. ’Peter made his way there as quick as he could, the excitement bubbling inside, he could barely contain himself.By the time he got back, Lucy had been back for over an hour, settled in for an afternoon of alcohol and chocolate.Peter went into the back garden, finding a big plank of wood, he placed it upright against a tree. He figured if he threw the knives at the plank, he would not damage the tree, but if he missed, then the tree would hopefully stop it from going through the fence into next. The Martinez / Ventura residence is a block south of Independence Avenue. Close to the bus line. In a neighborhood with a lot of Spanish-speaking people. The soon-to-be Martinez-only home was on the left side of a shabby duplex. I rang the bell, no sound, then knocked. Bear stood off to the side.Ventura, the pride of Texarkana, had been asleep. Probably exhausted from a rigorous résumé rehab. He was yawning, an unlit cigarette between thin lips. He hadn’t shaved for a couple of days and hadn’t.