Do you think he might?”“I don’t know ... I don’t think so. He gets ... jealous.”“Speaking of relationships and phones ... sorry, I’ve go...ta take this, she’s hiking in the woods today, could be important. I’ll just step out in the hall a moment ... Hey, Girl. You make it up ok? ... Anything wrong? ... I know that tone. Are you taking her back to the house already? ... Well, there’s someone here too, but I’ve got a feeling she might need help ... Yeah, ‘sunglasses indoors, long sleeves,. It was like I had temporarily lost the ability to speak. I wanted to do more than say something. I wanted to kiss her or grab her ass but as long as I wasn’t being pushed away, I was happy to remain there and dance with her. Sweat matted her curly bangs to her forehead and I was beginning to sweat too not merely from the dancing but also from just being near this supersexy Latina. She turned and was dancing with her back toward me, reached back and placed my hands on her hips. It was a very. I began to try to piece it together diplomatically, thenmentally shrugged and just spoke from the heart. "Hon, you just don'ttreat me like a friend anymore. I don't feel that you care about me in anyway..." And then I made the decision, one of those ones that'sinstinctual and gives you the same chill as leaping off a cliff. I wasgonna finally tell her. "...and I care about you way too much. More thanyou'd welcome, actually." The chill intensified to a body-tingling peak asI finally blurted out,. “Hi Jack, can we get together soon?” the email read. “I mean that is if you have time.” His reply was “Anything for you Katherine. I sure would love to see you again too. Do you want to come over tomorrow night? I’m free. And any time is good for me.” She told him and she was over the following afternoon at 5:15. He’d left a key for her and she came over but other then have dinner and talking nothing happened. That happened several more times but either way she loved being there. In the.