”“Is that the only reason?”“Of course not. I care for her and would rather have her stay in the temple and be safe.” Our conversation stayed...quiet and professional. I felt, that I the person was under scrutiny, not my skill. People gathered around the yard but all kept their distance and watched our dance. None of them could have matched us and like a class of art students, they all wanted to see two masters at work. We provided them a show and gave her an opportunity to question me without. He comes out of the cave, to see not far away from him, below, splayed out on a rock and half immersed in the water of the now swollen stream, the broken remnants of a carriage, with two dead horses, in their harnesses, lying next to it.Carefully, so not to fall into the stream, he approaches, sees the body of the coachman, and then, among the debris, three more bodies, the passengers who have died with the horses and the coachman. An elderly man, an elderly woman — from their clothes they seem. She threw her arms around him and hugged him close. She then placed a kiss on him that was sure to get them thrown out of school for PDA, ‘public display of affection’. When she finally broke the kiss, Danny’s eyes were glazed over.“My hero,” she cooed. “That was for saving me.”“Uh.”She gave him another kiss that was even longer and hotter. She stepped back and said, “That was the goodnight kiss that we couldn’t have Saturday.”“Wow,” Steve said.She gave Danny a third kiss that was longer than. As Return of The King plays my courage builds. Maybe it’s Pippin’s hobbit logic, or your intoxicating scent. I’m still undecided as I put my arm around your shoulders. Holding my breath and feeling like a boy, I wait for your reaction. I’m sure you hear me let my breath out, because as I do you just look up at me and smile. My heart skips a beat and I’m pretty sure you can tell. I can see in your face how you enjoy watching me squirm. My heart is racing and my legs are shaking, but my courage.