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coming along.  I should have them back next week some time.  When I get it all assembled, I’ll put the seats back in and take it to the upholsterers and get the interior finished out and then have it all painted.  The excitement in his voice was contagious.  If you like, you can be the first passenger.”
    “Oh, how exciting.  I can’t wait.  Can you come over and I’ll fix dinner?  I should even have a sofa for you to sit on by then.”
    There was a long silence. 
    “Tomorrow’s my night for dinner with the family.  Could I have a rain check?” 
    “ Certainly, we’ll do it another time.”
    * * *
    The next evening, Chip said to his mother, “Mom, I met the nicest girl the other day.  An old boyfriend set her apartment on fire because she broke up with him.  I was the first responder.”
    His mother looked at him.  With a mother’s intuition, she could tell he was excited about this girl.  He hasn’t sounded this interested in the opposite sex since Sara had broken up with him.
    His mother patted him on the shoulder and said, “She sounds really nice.  Just don’t set yourself up for a fall, son.”
    “I won’t, Mom.  I took her to dinner and that’s all.”
    “What does she do?”
    “She’s a researcher for WFAA.  She gets the background for the news stories for the announcers.  She wants to move into an area where she can get on the air.  She studied radio and TV at SMU.”
    “Sounds like you found out a lot about her in just one date.”
    “She’s really easy to talk to.  She likes sports.  Her brother is a baseball player.”
    “Well, just don’t get hurt.”
    “I won’t Mom.  When’s dinner?”
    “It’ll be ready as soon as the biscuits are ready.  Why don’t you go get your dad?”

Chapter 7
    Chip had taken Carrie to a movie and stopped for ice cream afterwards at Baskin-Robbins.  They had developed an ease with each other and enjoyed the company.  They had made small talk.  Carrie was twisting a ring on her finger.  Chip took her hand and examined the ring.  “Is this an engagement ring?”
    “No, you’ll probably think it’s silly.  It’s called a promise ring.  Dad gave it to me when I was fifteen.  We signed a contract.  It’s a symbol that I've taken a virginity pledge and vowed to abstain from sex until after marriage.”  Fortunately, the lower lights in the room hid the extent of her embarrassment.
    “You’re cute when you blush.”  The redness in her cheeks deepened.  “I don’t think it’s silly at all.  If I ever have a daughter, she won’t date until she’s thirty five.”
    When they arrived at her door, she unlocked it, pushed it open, and took Chip’s free hand and they stood there facing each other, neither one saying anything.  Then, both had the same idea, moving toward each other, Chip took her into his strong arms and held her there.  They stood there, she with her face tilted upward, looking into his big green eyes.  She was secure in the embrace, but she wanted more.  She rose on her toes, he bent slightly and their lips met.  Her lips were soft and inviting, while his were firm.  She could feel the scratch of the stubble on his face.  His lips began moving, his tongue was probing and searching the corners of her mouth.  She opened her lips slightly and the tongue entered the warm inner depths of her mouth.  She tightened the embrace by moving her arms around his neck.  She was feeling a tingle from the small hairs on his neck rubbing against the soft skin just beyond her wrist. She moaned slightly.
    Breathless, they pulled apart.  “That was nice,” she said.”  Still looking into the brown pools that were his eyes, she exerted a small pressure on his neck and he moved to kiss her once again.  This time she was the aggressor, her tongue exploring the ridges of his cheeks and the roughness of his tongue.  He tightened the embrace and pulled her to him.  Her breasts created the sensation of warmth