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I defended weakly.  And I saw Mom's eyes pop at the words Beverly Hills.  Dad busied himself with his tablet, I could see he wanted no part of the conversation.
    "Nate, you need to be careful here," Mom advised, her voice now serious and business like.  Did her family know? Did she ring them? Have you met them? What do they do? Why didn't you tell us about her? I barely had time to swallow any food with Mom firing the questions. That's the reason I smuggled Magdala in and out of the window, to avoid situations like this. I'm convinced Magdala would run a mile after a conversation with my mother; her interrogation skills could get her a job with the CIA no problem. 
    "Its cool," I said, "don't worry about it.  I love her like crazy."  The words had just slipped out, I'd surprised myself.  I saw Mom's eyes pop even wider, even Dad looked up at me.  They looked at each other.  I gathered my bowl and cup and took them to the sink.
    "I'm going back to bed," I announced.  "I've got work at ten."  And I went and texted Magdala:   Wtf, I just told my parents I love u. 
    And she texted back:  wish you'd told me first :(
    Me:  I'll come over after work and tell u. 
    Her:  u better!
    And I did.  She was waiting out by her front gate wearing a short denim skirt and a bikini top when I drove up.  I was still in my work clothes.  She had a family dinner she was going to, her Aunt's birthday, so I knew I only had a few minutes with her.
    "Wow," I said, "you look great," as I took her in my arms and kissed her.  It was crazy that I was so forward with her, that I didn't even think twice about touching her, kissing her, complimenting her.
    "I'm not even changed yet," she said.  "We're going to a restaurant so I have to get dressed up."  She pulled back, surveyed my clothes and fingered my name badge.  "Nice uniform.  Nate!"
    "Don't be smart," I laughed, leaning in and kissing her again.  "What have you been doing today?" I murmured, my face nestling in to her neck.
    "Piano lesson.  Went shopping with Antonia.  Swimming.  That's it," she said.  Her hands slid from my back down over my ass.  "Such a hard life," she murmured, "while you've been working all day."  She squeezed my ass and said seductively, "Thought you had something to tell me?"
    "Did I?  Do I?" I was as hard as a rock and her touch was seriously causing amnesia.  I moved her so that her back was up against my car, pressed myself close, closer.  "Can't remember."  My lips found hers again, my tongue invading her mouth, my only thoughts being how much I wanted her, needed her. 
    A car slowed up beside us and I pulled back.  Magdala smiled and waved.  "Cash," she said, as the driveway gate rolled open.  "He's been playing tennis all day.  I probably should go and get ready."
    "I'll miss you tonight," I said, and I meant it.  Any time apart from her seemed to be torture.
    "I might miss you too," she said, touching my badge again. "Nate."  She laughed.
    "Magdala," I tried to sound serious. 
    Her face straightened.  "Nathan?"
    My hand went up to her hair again, running over her scalp, to her neck, resting on her bare lower  back.  "Magdala?  You know I'm crazy about you?"  I was looking down into her eyes, her beautiful hazel eyes.  A smile started to curl on her lips and she nodded.   "Fuck," I paused, knowing I was going to say something I'd never said before, and knowing I'd just un-romanticized the whole thing by saying fuck.  But then I said it again. "Hell fuck," I said, shaking my head and looking away, rolling my eyes, annoyed at myself.
    She smiled, like she knew my dilemma.  "Just say you fucking love me Nathan," she said and she tugged the front of my shirt, pulling my head down, and lifting hers so our lips were millimeters apart.
    I couldn't help but smile. "I fucking love you Magdala.”
    "About fucking time," she laughed, and we kissed, and I squeezed her and lifted her up. As I gently dropped her back down so her