He always liked my answers. I am so afraid he won't like me, so afraid. I wasn't prepared for this. I was thinking this was going to happen next weeke...d. All of a sudden the day is here. I have to get to work and I'm waiting for his call.I am sitting at work and the phone rings. "Are you excited?" Oh shit. "Who the hell is this?" "Who do you think it is?" Is it really him? My heart jumps into my throat. "Oh it's you." Yeah right. I wish I could have made that sound casual. What the hell do I. “So, Davey? You didn’t answer me,” Amber said as she poked my shoulder.“Oh, yeah, sorry. Hmm, yeah, sounds like fun. We can ask the ‘rents tomorrow. They’ll probably go for it. We should get all our chores done tonight to butter them up,” I answered thoughtfully.“Hey, have any of you guys made any summer plans yet?” asked Josh looking around at us.“Me and Amber don’t have any dates set, but we always go away for two weeks with our folks, usually camping. It’s always different weeks every year. There was no response from the trees. I knew they could see me. I advanced about fifty feet in front of the truck hoping for a friendly or neutral response. I stood there waiting for what seemed to be an eternity.Finally, a person walked out toward me from the trees. I heard a younger voice ask, "You won't shoot?" He stopped.I replied, "Not unless you do first." I continued, "Let's talk." I began to slowly walk toward him. He came to me and we met half way, which was good.He said, "Who are. I had my own separate apartment, which was basically a 2 story pool house looking out over the outside dining area and large kidney shaped pool. I had my own bathroom, kitchen and living area. Even though I had the freedom of living alone I wasn't into extravagant possessions. My only big ticket purchase had been the 65 inch flatscreen TV that took up an entire corner of the lounge area and my monthly subscription to the various sports channels.It was a little slice of paradise that had seen.