" Got it, and I think the black flats you got me are my favorite," saidCraig, looking in his bag. "I?ll be sure to be especially careful inthose, and ... was thinking I could wear them tomorrow." Yeah maybe we?ll hit brunch, and you could wear them with the black skirtand turquoise tunic," said Tara. "I?m thinking that would be dressy enoughfor a Sunday? Unless you wanted to wear one the dresses you bought or Imight wear the peach one?" Seriously?" said Craig. "You?re borrowing my stuff now?" You. ” I added. I also knew that it would push us together with no way to avoid touching each other. We both sunk into the hammock in a sitting position so my left arm and her right were pinned between use with nowhere to put our hands except on each others leg. We held hands with our first expression of touch our hands gripped and moved over one another saying what we wanted for so long. I reached around with my right hand, wrapping the fingers around her neck and back to her dirty blonde hair,. I still remember this scene as if it were today, and that memory is fighting through a hell of a night of drinking and smoking. The light from the kitchen illuminated her figure like a pristine goddess descended from the clouds. Her face was that of an exotic women, beautiful because of her originality, she really doesn't look like the majority of the brunettes in my area. Her figure was even more immaculate. Probably the most astonishing thing about her was the way her body curved and the. "I'll give you my number. You call if you're ever in the mood." Duncan jotted his number on a receipt and passed it along with the change."What time do you get off?" Tad asked, shocked at his own boldness."About an hour after you call me," Duncan said with a cheeky grin.The rest of the day Tad spent helping his mom around the house. There had been no word from Mark, but his conversation with Duncan had been like a healing salve. Playing chicken with himself, he decided to text Duncan at six to.