They went through a list of final instructions for MP before I interrupted, telling them that my mom and dad would be close by if we had any problems....Mrs. O'Brien kissed MP good bye then approached me. She just placed her hand on my cheek and smiled then left with her husband.MP closed and locked the door, turning to me when it was secure. We were both obviously nervous. For the first time in our lives we were without words for each other; we just stood there and stared for almost ten minutes. “What?” She looked at it. It was going to be huge on her.“No burning your skin,” I told her.“Oh, an apron would be fine,” she said, and then realized I didn’t own one. Sam shut the bathroom door and locked it.“Sit down. If you are needed, you’ll be mounted,” Max told me, and walked me back to my chair. I collapsed, smiling. I guess I must’ve been Gandhi, Mother Teresa, and Martin Luther King Junior in my previous life. I looked at the boots. I had seen the waitress switch off so I couldn’t ask. Today his farm was one of the biggest in the state. He was a well respected man. Everybody loved Uncle Joe. “Look at the time said Uncle Joe; it’s 20 past midnight already. We are leaving at 4 this morning. Better rush to bed kids. We’ll see you in a few days Lily.”“I’ll just stay behind and finish cleaning up. Have a safe trip everyone.”“You don’t need to little one said Aunt Leslie.”“I know, but I’m glad to help out.”I cleared the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher, made sure everything. I could feel the heat radiating from her, I could see every precious detail of her sole, a novel topology of hills and valleys that I wanted to explore and chart to the finest detail. And then, without the consent of conscious action, I touched my lips to her flesh and kissed her tenderly. She sighed and lifted her head back, breathing quickly through parted lips. My own senses exploded with the thrill of her taste, salty and tangy and ripe with desire. I went back for more, alternating kisses.