Anything you buy before we sort it, is half price." Of course you decide what the price is," I suggested. "But I trust you to do the right thing."What...I found in the boxes, which I helped to unpack, was a very old cook book of sorts. It was from American's colonial days. It was hand written and really just a bundle of papers. Still I found it of interest, not as a collector thing, but as something I might want to try. I could imagine a dish made from a two hundred and fifty year old recipe."So. '"She grinned. "I know. But I like improvising, and I think you do too. It's more fun that way. I know you don't want me to scheme about your conquests, but what can I say? I'm incorrigible." She winked."I'll forgive you this one time." He winked back.She smiled widely at that. "We all know that Brenda is bound to play a big role in our lives from now on, if only because she knows our secrets. So, along with having some sexy fun, it wouldn't hurt to try to get to know more about her, as well as. Tonight though he is thinking about writing those short stories he very much enjoys. He is trying to creatively manifest a new story. What would be the plot, characters, environment, etc.?. Then he thinks of something. A story about someone reading a story. He thinks more about it, trying to further conceive a plot. He then thinks of what it might be like in Hell. A random thought, he knows. But what if? He begins to form a general idea in his head. Hell would have to be scary, a purely. I don’t want it to end.”“Are you sure?”“Positive. I’ve never felt this way. I thought I was in love once, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t have been. It didn’t feel like this. Nowhere near this good. I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a couple months, but I’m smitten.”“Smitten? Rhymes with bitten. Bitten by the love bug. Me, too, Charlie, but...”“But what, Jill?”“Nothing, Charlie. You just need to be really, really, sure. If you don’t want it to end, and you’re really, really sure, sure, just.