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of your books, Ms. Rockford, and I’ve enjoyed them immensely. Can I ask you how
you come up with such realistic characters?” one lady asked when it came time
for the question and answer part.
    “I try and put part of what I want to
read in a story myself. I put characters that are a part of my daily life.
Whenever I write, it is something that I wish would happen to me as well as
things that I know the reader would enjoy wanting to have in their lives.” I
smiled as I pointed towards another woman who was raising her hand.
    “Some of my friends were wondering,
who is the really hot looking guy you came here with tonight?” She giggled as
some of the other women swooned and whistled, while looking Richard’s way.
    I looked over and started to laugh
when I saw how red he had gotten so quickly.
    “Oh, this is my best friend, Richard
Collins. He came by my place tonight, wanting to take me to the movies, but I brought
him here instead.”
    “Can I ask Mr. Collins what he thinks
about your writings?” asked another lady.
    Richard walked up to the microphone
and said, “I am very proud of Marley and all of her writing accomplishments.” He
looked back at me with a wink as the crowd of women applauded.
    “Wow,
how is your hand?” Richard asked while we were in the car going back to my
apartment.
    “Let’s
just say I won’t be signing any books anytime soon.” I laughed as he softly
grabbed my hand and began massaging it.
    I laid my head against his shoulder
as he rubbed my knuckles. “You have had a long and busy evening, young lady.
Why don’t we go to the park for a walk?” he asked.
    We walked through the little park
that was near my apartment. It wasn’t big like Central Park, but it was way
more private. The iron gas lamps that lit the walkway throughout the park were
on and it felt so romantic. We sat on a nearby bench, sharing an Italian ice we
bought from a sidewalk vendor.
    “Remember when we first came to this
park when I moved to my apartment, we had an Italian ice but we sat at another
bench.”
    He nodded as he spooned some of the
ice.
    “Remember when we were moving your
stuff in and found that big dead sewer rat in the kitchen cabinet?”
    “Oh my God, that was so gross. I
nearly screamed my head off when I saw that damn thing staring back at me with
his little legs up in the air.”
    We had a good laugh that evening. I
didn’t want it to end. Why can't I just tell him how I feel?
    “Well thank you for the ice and for
coming to my book signing tonight,” I told him as we made it to my front stoop.
    “Just come by tomorrow when you wake
up or whenever, I’ll be at the studio. And I enjoyed myself, I’m very proud of
you, Mar, you’ve come a long way with your writings.” I smiled at him, and for whatever
reason, I bent down and kissed his lips without even realizing that I did at
first.
    He smiled when he saw I was blushing
so hard.
    “Never saw you blush so hard before.
I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Now why in the hell did you go and
kiss him like that?
    This is what I kept asking myself the
next day while I made my way to the studio. When I got there, the door was
locked, which was odd. I knocked on the door for a while and saw him coming
down the steps. He smiled and unlocked the door.
    “Hey, I closed the place down for
about an hour so we can take pictures,” he said, putting a sign up.
    He had his equipment all together and
I asked, “What do we do first?”
    Taking me over to the window, he
positioned me how he wanted then got his camera and looked at me through his
lens.
    “Ok, I want you to look like your
waiting for someone, like your long lost lover that you haven’t seen in months,”
he said, moving back.
    We took one shot together, facing
each other and he ended up telling me this funny joke. I started laughing so
hard, that I didn’t realize that pictures were being taken. We clowned around
while the bulbs flashed around us; it was fun. Then he grabbed me