” “Man,” he said, “if you say things like falling for I'll be done in thirty seconds.” “You're the one that said we make love. I'd have ...een all right with getting fucked.” “Damn it,” he said, returning my grin. “You want this to last, you best shut up.” “Yeah?” I said. “So I shouldn't call you my lover and tell you this is already the most intimate, emotional sex of my life?” “No,” he laughed. “No, you shouldn't do that.” “Then I'll just talk about how your kisses are like fire. And how. 30 minutes later; he was entering the library, I couldn’t believe that he was actually there; I had butterflies in my stomach. He was even hotter than in my fantasies, his shirt was partially unbuttoned at the top letting a part of his spectacular chest show. I was spying on him while hiding behind the book I was holding, it was like a seen from a cartoon. He stopped at the librarian desk to give back the books he borrowed; he started looking around so I immediately put the book on the table. When our eyes met, Fiona's face turned red. I felt my own face heat up. Fiona spoke tentatively, "Hi, Diane. Are we still friends?" Of course we are, Fiona, but I need to know what's going on."Just then, the waiter arrived, and the intensity of the moment was shattered by his query as to whether Fiona wanted a drink. Fiona embraced the mundane task of ordering as a welcome delay before returning to face the uncertainties that lay ahead.When he had gone, Fiona spoke. "I apologize for being where. How do the wings attach to the body? Should I include a kind of muscle appropriate for powering wings? Do the wings fold up at rest or should they stick up?”“I didn’t think of all of that, ” Andrew said.Raven said, “I was looking at various pictures of sphinxes on the web. Most of them look pretty ridiculous.”“Well, it is a mythical animal. They are allowed to be a little unrealistic, ” Andrew said.“I disagree. It’s like the monsters in bad science fiction movies. They really don’t look real.