”She rolled over in my arms and threw her arms around my neck. She was crying, but I knew that they weren’t tears of heartbreak. I’d said exactl... what she’d needed to hear.“I love you!” she wept happily.“I love you too,” I told her affectionately, kissing her tears away.She pulled me tight against her and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her gently. She kissed me more urgently, her need loud in the way she was pulling me closer. We kissed more deeply as she rolled onto her back, pulling. She blushed, and I watched it travel from her cheeks and down her neck, then across her pale chest. I looked back up at her eyes and her cheeks got even redder, and I realized she had been watching me watch her blush. I tried unsuccesfully to stammer out an apology and started to walk away. She grabbed my hand and stopped me. "It's okay! You don't have to go. I don't judge." She smiled again, and of course I smiled back. It was infectious. "Come dance with me!" I shook my head no, but. And had been for hours. Every cell in my body was waiting, anticipating. And, half guiltily, I knew I was wet. Maria had just cleared away the dishes, when Brad abruptly ended my banalities about the excellence of the food by saying, ‘Climb up on the table.’ I turned toward where Maria was cleaning up, ‘But..’ ‘Climb up on the table.’ The black lacquered dining table was capable of seating about twenty. The three of us were clustered at one end, Brad at the very end, Jefferson and I across. “Yes?” I asked. “Can we keep that one thing on the down low?” Pam asked. “You mean you kissing me on the cheek?” I asked. “Yes that. At least for a little while. That’s all I ask,” Pam replied. Then I thought about that for a minute. “Well I’m going to want something in return,” I said. “And what would that be?” Pam asked. “Can you kiss me one more time?” I asked. Then she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. Of course it lasted for more than a few seconds. “I just meant on the cheek,” I.