Ahead of me, I saw people let through the checkpoint. Others turned away by force. Anyone let through that had brought personal things, suitcases, bac...packs, and in one stupid-ass case a huge trunk, had their bags taken and thrown aside, pushed into the entrance with nothing in their hands. I managed to reach the front of the mob, yelling my name over the noise to the sergeant there. A quick check of the list, and I was let through. As I had brought nothing but the clothes on my back, I passed. Than before I knew it we were trying to hook up. He chose tonight to come over my house since he had a sitter for his daughter. When he came over I was still completing our dinner. We had broiled flounder, collard greens, baked macaroni and cheese, and homemade cornbread. It was sweet. We had a candlelit picnic dinner on the living room floor while watching Gone with the Wind, the perfect date movie. After we cleaned our plates and straightened up, we had dessert. Dessert consisted of homemade. She seemed to know just what to say to each person rather than using an impersonal script approach. It also gave me the chance to really take in the fayre itself, to walk around and chat to the other stall holders.I took the opportunity to talk to Sheila about my idea and, with her guidance, a few other regulars. All but one were keen to at least see if my idea was feasible. Another rather pleasant thing was that I was already recognised by a few of the regulars who asked where my stand was.. I opened it without a second thought."Hi, Bec..." The blood rushed from my face, frozen in a smile, my body posed in mid-sway. There was a guy at the door. He was taller than I was, and quite well built, with long brown hair, and a very wide grin. "Running late?" he asked, his eyes wandering down my body, taking in my curves."Um, yeah," I tried to sound cheery, happy to see this friend of Becky's - of mine, I suppose. "I'll meet you there!" I garbled out, amazed I had thought of it, pushing the.