" Oh. Sorry." What's going on? Do you have cancer or something?"That got my attention."No, Scott, I don't have cancer," I said, patiently. "I just hav... things on my mind."Mrs. Carson called us for supper then, which got me off the hook, but I knew I was going to have to come up with some conundrum worthy of my continued distraction. Scott wasn't going to give up until I told him what was bothering me. I wondered what I'd tell him.The weirdness continued at supper. Mrs. Carson acted completely. Her grandmother’s apartment was gorgeous and we made ourselves comfortable. Barbara got a couple of beers for us as we chatted and smoked a few more cigarettes.We were at that point where we were going to bring this to the next level or I was going to take her number and head home. I was having a great time, but it was getting late. Somehow I think she sensed the same thing, she stood up and suggested we go to her bedroom. When we got in there she turned around and started kissing me, at. I liked her, so I wasn't about to criticize. Still, things were moving slow. We only walked around the parties holding hands. One night I was tired and didn't feel like things were going anywhere so I asked her back to my place earlier in the night than usual. It was the first time we kissed and I was surprised how passionate it was. She was more forward, more relaxed with me while we were alone and my body responded. She was unbuttoning my shirt slowly, lightly kissing my neck. Goose bumps. He knew what was to come and busied himself about it. She both missed and anticipated his warmth as he moved away, his touch was deeper than touch ever had been for her. He worked quickly. The lighting shifted from the harsh florescent to the warm glow of his desk lamp that flickered like a candle. John Mayer played quietly from atop the bookshelf. He took her hands softly and had her stand while he spread the futon and then sat he at its edge. He looked into her eyes again. The light gave her.