I hope you enjoy this slow and steady unfolding of their love. Please send me feedback as with real life, the end is not yet written, and I have incor...orated some people’s suggestions and feedback as I write. * ‘Froo, you don’t need to have any of the potatoes, you still need to lose those few extra pounds.’ Misha sat at the table, surrounded by Froo’s family, her sister Lorraine on one side of him, her mother to his left. He sat there, burning up with anger at the cavalier way her mother had. It was Mid-day when the doorbell went and as I opened it I saw Mrs Duff, looking even more beautiful than yesterday, Mary was there dressed in just a tee short and shorts, it didn’t look like she was wearing a bra either and also there was Tristan, again in a tee shirt and shorts, “Hello Frank, I brought Triston along so he can look at the garden for you” Mrs Duff said, what a nice thought. Mrs Duff said she had to dash so I invited Mary and Tristan into the lounge.Mary and Tristan were friends. ’ She leaned in a little closer, putting her arm around me. We sat out a couple of dances and had a beer and got to know about each other. I was 28 and an assistant wine maker at one of the nicer wineries in the Alexander Valley. Marsha and Julie worked in the tasting room. I had gone to U. C. Davis to get my degree in Enology. I’d dated a few girls but I told her ‘I’ve only fallen in love once, though!’ I didn’t tell her it was with her. Kelly had gone to school at the University of San. This is my chance! ‘Ok but we have to be quick’ is what I say in my head. “I’m sorry I have to go!” I’m mortified to hear that come out of my mouth.She steps back, she looks almost hurt. “No, you’re right! We shouldn’t be doing this!”‘What the fuck are you doing?’ I scream at myself! ‘Get your fucking dick out now’“You’re right Robbie, you should get going!” She turns away from me and takes a seat at her desk. I’m screaming at myself but feel myself walking away. I get to the door, my hand in.