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face to me her eyes alive and full of appreciative passion for me, “It’s never been like this! What have you done to me Mr. Tyre?”
    What had I done? I didn’t feel like the same person as I was before we had begun this make out session and she was asking me what I had done. She straightened away from me slightly and I saw a sensual gleam spark in her eyes. I felt my breathing pick up in anticipation of what this amazing woman would do next.
    Her tone was rich as she idly asked, “So you seemed pretty into this Mr. Tyre? I had you pegged as a bit of a germaphobe.”
    She was right there, when it came to people and animals I was very germ conscious, but not so with her apparently. Right now I couldn’t have cared less what germs she harbored. She could have the bubonic plague and I’d still be kissing her and I told her as much.
    She chuckled, but then her voice deepened seductively as she asked, “I think you’re ready for this, but if you’re not let me know.”
    “What?” I stumbled out with.
    She brought her face back to mine to speak directly against my lips. “There are many ways to kiss Mr. Tyre. The French do it something like this.” She breathed out, as she opened her mouth on mine.
     
    Through the fog of passion I felt her startle against me suddenly and then she drew back from me abruptly. I thought her face beautiful all the time, but seeing it now as her lips were swollen, her face all flushed as her hair lay across her eyes, ‘Wow!’ was all I could think.
    “I have to go pick up Kevin!”
    She was kidding right? I glanced at the clock and it read 11:35!
    That had to be the fastest hour and a half of my life, as well as the most meaningful. She was grinning at me now and I wondered why?
    “I have to go honey.”
    Okay I understood that, she could go I wasn’t stopping her. She laughed softly and shook her head at me teasingly, as she reached back and grasped each of my hands that were gripping the cheeks of her bottom tightly.
    I flushed redder than I already was from all the kissing. I hadn’t realized I’d been gripping her so intimately or possessively. She brought my hands up and kissed the palm of each hand.
    She didn’t say anything, but her eyes were laughing at me as she slid back off of my lap to stand. She turned to go, but then turned back to me as an earnest look pushed past the passion that still clouded her eyes.
    “I’d like it if you’d stay and meet Kevin.”
    I nodded and sat up straighter. Her hands twisted together in front of her
    “Umm… something you should know about him is that he’s….”
    “Autistic.” I said cutting in.
    Her eyes widened in surprise, “You already know? You’re okay with that?”
    “Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”
    A sudden tear slipped out from the corner of her eye and she stepped towards me to lean down and kiss me hard for a moment. Drawing back she whispered “I love you!”
    And then she ran from the room and I heard her knock on the door across the hall. I loved her too.
    Our story wasn’t like the movies portrayed it. I’d loved her since I’d seen her, not even knowing anything about her. And then she’d surprised me by singling me out and showing me what a good time was.
    I believed her that she loved me as unbelievable as that was. I’d go buy the rings right now and line up a date, if I wasn’t so scared. Surprisingly it wasn’t the emotional intimacy and private disclosures that would happen within a marriage that was scaring me. It was the danger that I would bring to her and Kevin, because of my many enemies.
    How could I ever live with myself if something happened to her or Kevin, because of something I’d done? It was going to be a hard decision any way I looked at it. I heard a noise and I stood up and turned to see Kevin.
    He looked at me for a long moment and then he continued on into the room to a worn out and way outdated desktop computer. He turned it on and sat in the chair in front of it and started to