You are right, love making is about so much more than physical beauty." What? I didn't say... was I talking out loud?"The old man ignored the question..."It is a pity that time and life take such a toll on beauty. I mean its very selfish of us men to be so preoccupied with it but I can't help think it's ingrained in us somewhere, don't you agree?" Tom couldn't respond before he continued "You know what? I like you, honest, that's what you are, honest and loving. I have something for you." He. When she knocked on the door it swung open, her smile faltered a little but as she noticed the trail of petal and the edge of a table set for a romantic dinner, the flicker of candles visible she bravely walked through the door.He looked on as she bravely walked through the door towards what she thought would be a little romantic dinner with a bit of necking before she went home. Smiling to himself he checks that his clothes were set, that he looked exactly like a black shadow. Moving quickly. No, let’s stick to their trips for groceries and to the mall on Saturdays and see what turns up.”Mike spoke up at that point. “Trisha, how did you feel after you finished your first session with her?”“Honestly ... I actually DO feel better after talking with her.”Simone sat down next to her and took her hand. “How so?” she asked Trisha.“I hadn’t thought about Doyle, Johnson, and Rickmon in a positive way in a long while.”“Do you still talk with Dave?” Mike asked.“At least once a week,” Trisha. How repellent. And you need all the help you can get.A little harsh, perhaps, because Tracey was not unattractive; she had lustrous blonde hair, and, thanks to years of playing tennis, her body was youthful and firm. Her legs were her best assets, she thought. But next to her best friend, Emma, she felt like a little boy. As did most women.Plus, she knew that Alex was far from dull. Emma could take her pick of men and Alex was hardly gorgeous, so he must have something going for him. A huge.