I don’t know her. I have never seen her face. All I have are words. And yet these words have reached somewhere deep inside me and touched a place ne...er realized. The witty banter… the sexual innuendo… the subtle erotica. Heh… her words, that are so true. Eagerly awaiting each reply that forces me to look further into myself, to see and feel and think about possibilities never imagined. How has she done this to me with mere words? The immediate understanding between us? The words. The very act. I cannot, obviously, reveal her secret but, in slow motion, she went through removing my coat, momentarily her hand caught my hair. I’d barely noticed that the first time but this time she was going slower, demonstrating. Then the throw of the coat onto the sofa and, at a critical point, she pinged my suspender belt. I’d been totally unaware her hand was there. The relief was palpable, I felt like I could breathe again. I wasn’t mad, it was just a trick.One hand on my shoulder, the other hand. On June 6th. "Only one week until my birthday," Kate thought. "Kate Howard is going to be 25 in one week."She stood up and looked around her childhood bedroom. She was home briefly before starting her first real job after college. Her mother was freaking out trying to make this Kate's "best birthday ever." Kate had thought it was strange that this birthday was such a big deal. It wasn't like it was 16, 18, or 21. 25 was a pretty meaningless age. Kate knew that if she didn't get ready for the. " Shane said. He knew how much she adored daises, and he couldn't find any other way to apologize for what happened yesterday."You do? Well thank you again" she smiled sadly as they entered the living room. She quickly picked up her stuff from the ground "sorry I was working" I am the one who should be apologizing. I'm really sorry for the way I left yesterday; I shouldn't have left like that."He sat down on the couch and Thia sat across the coffee table on a chair, she didn't know what to say.