It hadn’t gone down like I expected. I don’t know if I’ve ever described myself after the process finished. Well I’m 6 foot 1, a hundred seven...y five pounds. I have wide shoulders and long arms and I’m skinny. Yes, skinny. I burn it off as fast as I eat it. In my younger days I resented that I couldn’t bulk up, but in my present ripe old age it was a God send. I never had to push myself to stay in shape, no designer diets, no restricted foods I couldn’t eat.I had taken my vacation, escaped my. ”“OK,” she said with a deep breath. “Well, it’s ground beef I have thawed out. So I can do a goulash, or a meatloaf. I guess I could do burgers, maybe, but I don’t have a barbecue. Do you mind if they’re pan-fried?”“What’s your favorite?” I asked.“I’m pretty sure I can do best with the goulash. It’s my dad’s recipe. He’s the one who showed me around the kitchen and everything. The only thing my mom could do in the kitchen was call for delivery. So yeah, goulash.” She lost confidence as she. So I cracked door a bit as if being careful not to be seen but he of course were right there, he looked of course but also acted quite matter of fact about it. I told him those jeans looked great and then he commented that my sweatshirt didn't match my pantyhose. As I was reviewing his jeans I was putting on my skirt and laughed at his comment.Well we both dressed and paid for our items and left the store. By now I was feeling very naughty and a bit horny, not that I was going to do anything. At lunchtime, we walked into town, and as we sat over coffee and beefburgers at the Wimpy Bar, she looked at me, dark eyes full of concern."Are you angry with me because I jumped on you yesterday? Did I really hurt you?" She asked.I shook my head. If only I could tell her, I thought sadly. Now that I knew I was in some strange but undeniable way, deeply attracted to her, beyond desire, well into the realms I knew as love, it seemed as if I had no future at all. It could never be. That one.