“Hey, it's Joe Isn’t it, I’m Catherine, please come in. I followed her through the door and took my shoes off. She had brown hair that went down...to her shoulders, and green eyes that matched her v-neck t-shirt. She was wearing thick black leggings. She gave me a tour of the house, as we walked round I told her about my work, she showed me round the kitchen and we made our way upstairs to my bedroom, it was small but homely, a pillow lay out of place on the floor, she picked it up and placed it. Than I asked her have you ever seen any and she said no. I collected all courage and asked her would she like to watch it with me and she said only under one condition that I won’t open my mouth in front of any one and won’t tell anyone about it I said ok new I was like full with joy. She told me to bring a good movie and I said ok.I went to the market and after thinking a lot decided to bring murder with me and I did the same as i reached her home i saw that she had already prepared the dinner. " I think I have talked about this long enough I'm repeating myself. I must stop crying and get it together. That feels so good when he rubs my back.At the first pause, he asked, "Could you write about your feelings and experiences?" Why write?" My shrink made me do that. Writing helps to get it behind you. There are specialists who treat post traumatic stress syndrome," he offered.He held her close to him and asked, "Can you sleep, now?"She seemed to relax, and then, "I think so," yawned,. "You bad girl." He said sternly.She looked down feeling guilty. "Yeah I know I'm a terrible person." Don't worry I'll help you as much as I can." He lifted her face up."Kiss me Gene please," She begged closing her eyes.He held her close and leaned down to place his lips on hers. This kiss was nothing compared to Dylan's kiss. This kiss was special and so amazing. Gene's lips felt so warm and his tongue glided on her lips wetting them and creeping into her mouth. Marissa's massaged her mouth.