n he had been getting to laugh on the computer. He breathed a sigh of relief that being two hours late due to traffic had not foreclosed on their date. He repeated his order as she opened and closed the door and walked down the steps to his car. Her dark hair falling over the shoulders of her hot pink jacket, a graceful walk that highlighted the jeans she wore. "But ma'am, I need my cheeseburgers," he demanded with a smile as he unlocked the door and made a motion for the large dog to get in the rear of the car. A first date it was. He was determined that it was to be the wildest and most awesome night the woman would experience for the rest of her life.

    "Really now?" Was all she said as she turned her attention to the dog that attacked her with a wagging tail and enough attention to make the heart of anyone melt. Her eyes seemed to reveal a moment in time when her heart struggled and even cried for release. She scratched and petted the dog and held its face to hers, making eye to eye contact with the object of affection of the man in the driver's seat. A smile split her face and a set of dimples dug into her cheeks before she threw up the wall of defenses she had spent so many years building around her heart and soul.

    "Get in the back, now, Chester!" He ordered and the dog lept into the back seat. It still pushed for more attention though, and forced his head over her shoulder and between her and the window frame. "Sorry for the delay but I sort of got lost," he stated as he backed out of the drive and headed toward Portage Trails and the fairy tale night that he hoped to provide her. Already his mind was racing, trying to figure out how he was going to penetrate this woman's defenses and reach into her heart and soul.

    "That's alright, I was supposed to go out with someone else but the bastard stuck me up." She explained as she caught herself from rocking wildly against the door and him. Her eyes were opened wide as he whipped the car into gear and shot around the corner onto Portage Trails. "You better slow down," she cautioned him as she continued to fight off the dog's attention, "it's only twenty-five down through her and the police will nab you."

    "Give the pretty lady in pink a point!" He exclaimed as he quickly slowed the car down, sending the dog hurling forward between the seats. He then saw those defensive walls around her heart lower yet again. A heart that he was able to look into for a brief moment. A heart that had never really known spontaneous joy as he planned to show her tonight. Eyes that could never have revealed her past now showed him a glimpse of the damage to her heart other men had caused her. "Relax, I am like no man you have ever met before in your whole life, I only ask that you never treat me like you treated other men." He replied as he whipped the car onto the on-ramp for route eight South.

    He then gunned the engine and raced the Cobalt onto the freeway. "I would have been here sooner except that there was a wreck somewhere and the whole freeway was frozen for over an hour until I left it and then had to find my way back to the damned thing," he explained as he raced down the freeway, darting in and out of traffic to put the fear into her that would crumble her defenses. He knew that most women like her, built fortresses against any man's attack on her heart as a necessity. They had been hurt in love so much that they feared leaving their heart open to anyone, let a lone a man. But when he looked at her he saw the beauty that had to lie underneath the callous face. No real dimples had crossed her face for a long while and he intended to put a few there regardless of the risk he had to take. He wanted a woman he could climb wooded hills with, carry across streams and camp with. A woman he could go canoeing with and know that she felt loved.

    He had no dreams of love for himself. He only wanted to make a woman smile and here was one he was sure that could smile like the sun had risen over her heart. Here was a woman that he could spend hours shoveling the snowy drive of one moment and spend hours giving pleasure the next and trust that she would never throw that love away foolishly. Here was a woman who he felt he could trust to be a friend for life. A woman who would not make him and enemy. A woman that could shine and know that she was on top of the world and never want to give it away. A woman, even if they were never to have a relationship or would break up a relationship, could still be counted on for the rest of his life to be a friend he could talk to and live for. A woman that he could set and stare at and know he had brought the sun into her nights.

    "That must be the accident there," he said pointing across the freeway at a burned out hulk that had once been a car.

    "Ya think," she said as she threw a cigarette out the window and he darted around another car.

    "Chester doesn't bother you does he?"

    "Oh no," she smiled and he could see that wall go up again to protect her heart. She clutched her purse and massaged the dogs neck fur, confident that this guy was not going to get into her heart, but knowing it had been too long since she had felt a man's shoulder under her head, making the burdens she carried lighter.

    "That truck is slowing down pretty fast, there my dear," he said as he neared a truck in front of him due to the gradual slow of Southbound traffic. God, but he wished she would just open up and let him give her a fantastic evening. It was so much like he was talking to a robot. The he saw the Buctel exit. A thought popped into his mind and he darted the cobalt up the off ramp. He glanced at her face and saw a slight shimmer to her defenses as he had caught her off guard now and he was able to see a glimpse of the woman behind the appearance she tried to keep up. When he stopped at the red light, her cell phone rang and he waited until she answered it before slamming on the gas and darting the cobalt wildly through the intersection.

    "It's my daughter," she explained, obviously concerned that he had become angry over the disruption. She continued a brief conversations of "yes," "no," "uh-hum," and "ya-think" before closing the phone and returning her attention to his driving. Her eyes revealed the growing fear and confusion as he darted the cobalt from one intersection to another and then around a right turning curve in the road that took them further from the freeway. She was afraid to ask where he was going as it seemed he was lost in concentration except for the moment when he turned the radio on and the sounds of Chicago drifted through the cobalt, punctuated by the sound of the engine gunning then idling as he drove like a maniac.

    "I am just trying to find a way around the traffic jam that has to be up ahead on the freeway," he explained, looking from side to side as he searched for any landmarks he was familiar with. "By the way, I don't have a problem with a mother being a mother. If your children call I would feel badly if you did not answer them. I told you I am unlike any man you ever met. If you respect me and allow me to show you friendship, even if not love, then I will make every day a dream come true. That is a man's duty. My father done it and I do it. The problem is though, that most women want to go crazy or run from love."

    "Really now?" she asked sarcastically.

    "Oh," he responded as he turned left, trying to find a road he was familiar with and ignoring her sarcasm. "Believe me, the moment you start loving me, if you allow yourself to love, you'll be going crazy too. Every woman I know intimately goes fucking nutty from jealousy. Never fails. My ex-wife kept me locked up in the house because she was afraid I would talk to a woman and the woman would fall in love with me."

    "I would not do that, I am not on the drama," she assured him as she lit a cigarette.

    "You say that now but the moment you realize that you do love me it will be like a worm that eats away at you until you go crazy. Yep. Starts in your heart and then infects your brain and the next thing I know you will be going crazier than a bed bug. My dad had the same problem. Every woman that said they loved him went crazy on him. Not to change the subject on such a beautiful woman," he said with a tone meant to caress the heart and was rewarded with the faint shimmer of a blushing smile and a pair of small dimples, "but do you happen to know where we are?"

    "let me see…" she said as she looked around. "where are we?" she then asked defensively, trying to get her bearings.

    "Simple, we are lost," he said with an air of finality and caught her totally off guard so much that her defenses were lowered to the ground. "Damn it I am telling you we are lost!"

    "No, I know where we are at," she finally said. Her whole attitude and appearance had changed and for the first time it was the real woman inside the shell that had broken free at the moment when she realized this was a man who did not object to allowing her to take control. He eyes seem to light up. Color came to her cheeks and the smile that came to her face was uninhibited and real. For the first time in a while she was smiling with her heart rather than her face alone. "At the next light turn left."

    "Okee dokee. The beautiful woman takes control and all you see are dimples and sunshine in the dark of night!" He exclaimed, noticing the smile that now crossed her lips was fuller, brighter and the diples deeper and more natural. He sat back in his seat, confident that this was the woman not the illusion. He had finally shattered her defenses and could now work on her heart. "Any, those dimples mean you are going to love me, girl." He finally announced confidently. "But at the same time, you are going to go crazy on me. I know it. Just remember one thing, if it is a waste of my time to caress your heart and nurture your love then we can keep it on just the friendship level and leave it at that. But if you go crazy and there is no logical reason for it, watch out because I can be hell on wheels. It does not matter if it is a woman, war is war only the weapons change, and wars are meant to be won by all means necessary. Now in a relationship it means you can call unless told not to, put peaceful things in the mailbox or on the porch, deliver flowers or apint I am sorry in a safe location or, if it goes that far, bring the courts and the government into it. With a guy you just bop him in the nose and the best man wins."

    "I would never do that. If I start loving a man and there is a problem I would at least try to work it out with him unless he hit me or my kids." she said defensively.

    "I mean it. If we go down that road just call and talk to me and I will be gone as I am not trying to be anywhere I am not wanted." He explained as he turned the car left onto Arlington. "Just do not disrespect me. I mean men are obvious creatures and if something happens it has to follow the logical application of facts. If not then set me down and explain it to me. Don't assume that I am going to just understand."

    "I don't have a problem with that except that my ex beat my ass," she said dismissively.

    "Well you never have to worry about that with me. I do not beat women and believe if a man cannot take the hit of a woman he ain't much of a man. I will say this right now though, I do not argue. I will leave but I will not argue with a woman because I do not know how and a woman is always right anyway. With a guy I just pop 'em one if they will not accept it if I am right, but a woman, what the hell am I going to do. I can assure you I will never threaten you or hit you, but please never cross that line and call the police wrongly or out of jealousy like my ex did. Most of the time if something is that bad, a neighbor or someone will call the police." He saw the on ramp and darted onto it. "The only reason why I am telling you this is because I want you to understand that most men have no defense against a woman who calls the police and most cops run with whatever a woman tells them whether it be true or false."

    "My ex robbed from my kids and that was the only reason I called the police on him and even got a protection order against him."

    "Well, you don't have to worry about that…I love kids and he was wrong…it is a man's duty to make a woman and children smile, not frown."

    "I have one rule, just don't mess with my kids."

    "Ah…but it is a woman's duty to protect her children and I would never hurt a kid. When my ex called the police on me to prevent me from getting a house keeper, that was all she wrote. She turned my own family against me and tried to extort me into staying, but she is perfect reason I do not argue. If someone calls the police on me or gets someone else involved in the relationship on false pretenses, I bug. I click and I go for legal over kill. I don't hit them or beat them up. I may put things in their mail box or ask a friend to find out what the problem is but if that does not work and a woman wants an enemy I will beat them down mercilessly within the limits of the law. Most people will lie to a court. I don't, so I make sure I stay as far inside the law as I can. My ex said I threw a thousand pound fish tank across a room at her and when the police came I drilled her lies into the ground at her feet."

    "I didn't lie on my ex…" she said defensively but it was the real her talking and not the illusion.

    "I am just telling you, when that seed I have already planted in your heart starts to become full fledged love, you are going to go insane! I will not lie on you. Once I face it that the relationship is done I am best left alone. But if you call the police wrongly or out of jealousy, steal from me, slander me, have people threaten me or lie on me, then I am going to use every legal means to fight back with the truth. When I was a kid my Dad told my mother, 'Ruby you better not call the police unless you are in the right. If you do I am going to get you put in jail instead of me.' So it is not that I will want to do it, but when you go crazy and attack me for no reason or want to break up for no reason but jealousy, then the beast comes out and it has a mind of its own. It is controlled by survival on the one hand and a will to win on the other and will not stop until every legal avenue is exhausted. I sued my brother when he stole from me and lied about it. I told him to hold onto my stuff and when I went to get it he said I had given it to him. I sued the Hell out of him even though some of the stuff I took back when I was staying with my aunt. He lied to get the police to tow my car and I sued the towing company. Every time he lied I remembered it and burned it into the ground. And a woman is going to lie when they argue. So will most men, but women are emotional and men are not so most men tell obvious lies that are easy to remember and not that complicated. A woman on the other hand is smarter and she will lie about several things so that if she says a guy raped her kid all he has to do is take other lies to defeat her credibility. Most women do not realize the obvious lies can destroy their credibility on the complex ones.

    "Most women say, 'he never said he loved me' while the guy says, "what the Hell does she mean, I took her to her moms every day for six months.' My mom lied on my dad and said he touched my sister wrongly, but then when he got out she begged him to move back in…all of my relatives knew at that moment she had been lying. Authorities would not allow him in the home with my sister had he been guilty. So to avoid all that, I am just trying to tell you when you do decide to go crazy, please do not treat me like everyone else. Simply talk to me and explain it in a logical manner and I will be gone. But at the same time do not…never…ever…allow an argument to go too far and then hate me because you allowed it to go that far."

    "I won't." She asserted, wondering if the man was really worth it but knowing that he was being honest with her. Most men would be insane to start a date like this, but for some reason he really made her feel like she had known him for years and could trust him. "If I ever have a problem with you, assuming we go any further, I will have the respect to at least come and talk to you about any problem and not allow an argument to go too far but never disrespect my kids."

    "Believe me I will get the kids out of the home before that was ever a possibility…so we have an agreement then. You will talk to me about any problem, not call the police wrongly, lie or steal from me, and at the same time I will never threaten or hit you, disrespect your kids and will go my way if it came to the point when a problem could not be resolved after we set down and talked about it."

    "Agreed."

    "Good, are you hungry as I know a nice Chinese Buffet place up here." He said, dropping the earlier subject as quickly as it had come up. "Or we can go somewhere else. I just figure we might as well eat before we go shopping…you are still wanting to go grocery shopping with me, aren't you?"

    "Uh hum," was her only response, but it was obvious that she was being pulled between wanting to allow the man to treat her and wanting to just go along for the ride. So far she had never been on a date like this one and she was extremely curious about this man who acted like no other man she had ever met. She took out another cigarette and lit it as he turned onto the Belden Village off ramp.

    "You don't mind Chinese people do you?" he asked but got no answer. "The only reason I come here is because the food is relatively good and the variety. Well then you got the little people running around talking in a weird language, but otherwise it is okay." He made several turns going around in circles before he found a parking lot he believed would take him to the China Buffet. "Can't go there!" He exclaimed as the front of the Cobalt almost hung over the edge of the embankment where the parking lot ended and Chester flew between the seats and his nose bounced off the windshield. "Oh, didn't I tell you he is used to bouncing around like that. See all the nose prints. He was far worse when he was a puppy -- Get in the back!" He ordered the dog.

    He waited as the dog ran back into the back of the car, turned around and put its head back on the woman's shoulder. Then he gunned the car in reverse and looked around for another way out of the parking lot. Found a road that appeared to turn around a building and gunned the car around the turn only to slam on the brakes. "guess we can't go this way either," he said when he saw the edge of the parking lot end at another embankment and Chester came sailing forward again, stopping himself this time just before he hit the windshield. "Damn-it! I said get in the back!" He snapped at the dog jokingly. "Damn it, can't go this way either."

    "Ya think!" She agreed loudly, obviously wondering if the driver were not insane and she was insane for being in the car with him driving.

    "Don't worry," he said matter of fact like. "I don't care about us but I am not going to hurt me baby doll--the dog of course. Besides that I always have a hard time finding the place." He turned the car back around and could see the diner's sign from where he was. More importantly when he turned his head toward the woman, she was smiling! Not just smiling as in having fun, but a deeply dimpled smile that stretched her lips and shone brightly in her eyes. He smiled confidently, knowing that this was the lovely woman that he had thought she would be if she allowed her heart and not her fears to control her actions. This was the moment he had been shooting for…the walls she had built around her heart were no longer there and now he could work on her heart and giving her an evening that most women dreamed of. It was at this time that a man could look into her eyes and see her sadness and pain, her happiness and joy, her heart and soul. He turned around another building and got back onto the street. He knew where he had to go now. "One dog dish made with Grade A beef coming up…I wonder what they would do if I tried to take out their dumpster?" He asked as he drove around the back of the restaurant and pulled into a line marked slot of the parking lot.

    "You coming in or staying out here with Chester?" he asked as he opened his door and got out. He then went around the car and opened her door. "You get in the back and stay there," he told the dog as the woman that now looked free and strong got out of the car. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulled her tight to his side and kissed her on the forehead. Then turned her around and kissed her lightly on the lips before turning to walk inside with his arm around her shoulders. He had accomplished his goal as she had never imagined and with her defenses now lowered, he was confident that he held her heart and soul in the palm of his hand as no other man had managed to do in such a short time. However, he was not done and as he opened the door to the restaurant for her his mind was trying to plan and plot the final set of assaults on her heart. He was determined that this woman who now looked beautiful, would be his, mind, body and soul before the month was out. He was determined to bring everything he knew to bear on the very foundation of the walls she had been building around her heart. The doors were open, the walls down, but he wanted her to love him more than anything.

    They were seated at a table in the far runway by a very Chinese looking waitress who spoke far too much Chinese for either of them to understand very well. "Wait a minute," he said gently gabbing her arm to stop Beth from sitting down. "I know not most men do this but it is the proper thing for a guy to do…especially with such a beautiful woman," he said as he moved behind her and helped her remove her coat. He sat the pink jacket down with its sexy label and looked at her body for the first time. He noticed she smiled and dimpled as he watched her set down on the bench of the booth. From the back he could see that she had been under a lot of stress in her life and her posture had suffered. Her waist was relatively narrow and she had what he would consider a nice posterior visible through the jeans, but most men would not look twice at it, concerned more for the waist and build of the woman instead.

    "Damn girl!" He exclaimed as he sat down in the booth across from her and made an obvious gesture of looking her over from the front and above the edge of the table up to the top of her head. To him this was important! Once those defensive walls had collapsed, a woman had to know that her body was also attractive. Unlike men who walk around with beer bellies, a woman, regardless of physical shape had to know that she was physically attractive to the man she was with. Most men got stuck on the body, heart or soul of a woman and do not know how to enrich all three aspects of a woman. He would make no such mistake. She blushed and dimpled momentarily as her mind raced to rebuild those walls around her body now that their was no defense to her heart. The black blouse she wore done nothing to conceal her slack but lovely breast, her high neck or those piercing eyes that showed so much pain.

    "What?" She asked defensively, wondering at the same time how such a guy could have came to know her.

    "Oh shut up!" He snapped with a smile. The order had caught her totally off guard and with it her defenses had crumbled yet further.

    "What are you going to do kill me? Nope, don't think so." He said leaning back into the back of the bench. "You going to eat me or kill me. Naw. I am just admiring your beauty is all." He saw it plain as day. Using the unusual had sent her flying with wonderment and shock. I created the emotional and mental void he was hoping for and he watched as thoughts of him were sucked into the vacuum. "Haven't been around you for but a few hours and you already love it so be quiet and enjoy it." He smiled with her now and she finally realized that he had actually succeeded in totally captivating her.

    "Well, I guess it is time to go," He finally said, pulling all of his change from his pocket and setting it on the table as a tip. Then he went to the bench she was setting an and took her jacket fro her hands. "I realize most men do not treat a lady with respect, but I do," he said as he held the jacket out for her. He smiled back as she turned around and allowed him to slide the jacket onto her. "Damn girl! You got some good assets for someone to sink an investment into," he said with a smile as he straightened the jacket out. He hugged her from behind and kissed her on the neck before leading her toward the exit by her hand.

    "Are you ready for the next stage of the fairy tale's journey?" He asked as he opened the door for her. "This leprechaun has to make sure your heart gets the greatest attention."

    "Ya think"

    As she moved toward the door he took her head in both hands and pulled it toward him for a tender, heart felt kiss. "Get in, we got some shopping to do," he said, holding the door for her. Once she was sitting in the car he closed the door and went around to the driver's side. "Smells like someone spilled some fish on the car," he said once inside and before turning the ignition. "Get in the back and lie down, damn it!" He ordered the dog as he pulled out and sped toward the exit of the parking lot.

    He really had no idea of where he was going to go next, but knew he had to keep her heart open and free if he were going to show her the romance he had promised her. "Want to go to Walmart with me real quick?"

    "Sure, why not," she said as more an invitation of her own than a question as she lit a cigarette and coughed. "I smoke too much."

    "You may not want to. I sort of go crazy in Walmart." He got on the freeway and raced toward the Walmart in Canton. "I am just warning you. Either you will slap the Hell out of me or you will love me. In fact Walmart is the one place all of my ex-girlfriends have asked me not to take another woman. I love Wally-World, he said in a quaky voice and with an insane grin.

    "Ya think," was her only verbal response, however, her face betrayed so much as she scratched the dogs head that rested on her shoulder. She had never experienced so much pleasure and fun on the first night and she was hungering for wherever the night would take her. Her heart was open and she felt like she had known the man for years and years. It was the first time she had ever met a man for the first time and not felt subconscious about him.

    "O-kay, but I am telling you when we leave Walmart you are either going to hate me or love me."

    "I don't think so."

    "Here we are," he announced as they walked through the outer doors of the Walmart Supercenter. He grabbed her hand and lead her in. "We're at Wally World, we're at Wally World, we're at Wally World, we're at Wally World," he sang in a childlike squeaky voice as they entered the store. "Hey! Why is it every time I come in here I see people steeling cars that don't have engines?" He demanded of the door greeter as Beth looked around in embarrassment and shock. "Just kidding, but isn't this woman absolutely beautiful?" He then asked before walking toward the middle of the store, still holding Beth's hand in his and proud to see her blushing with embarrassment and shining from the attention. "Come on you beautiful thing you, you haven't seen anything yet," he promised. . "We're at Wally World, we're at Wally World, we're at Wally World, we're at Wally World," he sang in that same childlike squeaky voice again. This time he added some flex to his walk so that it appeared to onlookers that they were more skipping through the aisles than actually walking down them.

    "Oh, isn't this girl beautiful?" he demanded of a patron as they past the older woman who smiled cordially, jealousy and shock obvious on her face. He lead Beth down another aisle and past another couple. "Now, look at this woman," he said pulling Beth to a stop beside him in front of a couple shopping in the clothing section, "ain't she the most wonderful thing you ever saw." Then he was off again, leaving the couple shocked and Beth smiling from ear to ear with embarrassment and feeling like a teenager again. In furniture aisle her jerked her to him, grabbed her other hand and waltzed her in circles as she tried to push him away…He knew she was loving it, however, and clung even tighter to her before spinning her away from him. He kept one hand in his and when she stopped looked directly into her eyes. At this moment he knew beyond a doubt that she was captured by the moment and would remember it the rest of her life. He then started to lead her off down the aisle again and suddenly spun around, snatched her by the waist and sat her on a shelf four feet above the floor. "Sure I will buy it, but I got to find out how much the Baby doll costs first." He said in the childish voice again as he looked for a price sticker to stick on her forehead.

    "I don't think so," she said through a face that was all smiles, dimples and eyes shining with new life. "Get me down."

    "You heard the woman," he said as he lifted her and sat her back on her feet. "We're at Wally World, we're at Wally World, we're at Wally World, we're at Wally World," he sang in that same childlike squeaky voice again as he lead her toward the computer aisle, then the toy aisle where he hit every button on every stuffed toy and had the whole aisle rocking to the sound of the toy full songs. "We're at Wally World, we're at Wally World, we're at Wally World, we're at Wally World," he sang in that same childlike squeaky voice again as he lead her toward the clothing aisle where he looked speculatively at the bras and negligees and then back to her, making it obvious he was picturing her in the clothing.

    "I don't get my bras from Walmart." She said defensively. "I get them from Victoria's Secret."

    "Ahhhhhhh, but I bet you look just as lovely in them," he said as he pulled her away and continued to lead her toward the exit and back to the car. Once in the car, again he was confident that this woman was feeling better than she had in quite a while. He looked at her as he pulled out of the parking lot and could see that her dimpled smile had never left. "Next stop is the park, George!" He announced.

    "Do you want something to eat while the gas pump refuses to work?" He asked as he tried to get the gas pump to work. "I got to go in anyway," he finally declared as he put the nozzle back on the pump.

    "I don't need anything, we just ate." she said as she answered the cell phone.

    He paid inside for the gas, pumped it and then got back into the car. The next moment he was pulling into the McKinley Parks from the Tuscarawas Street entrance. He continued along the lane until he came to a small dirt parking area that fronted a set of swing sets and sliding boards. "Here we are," he said turning the car's engine off. He got out and opened her door. "You getting out or not?" He asked, opening the rear door for the dog to get out.

    "Un hum," she said as she got out of the car and allowed him to hold her hand and lead her toward the sliding board.

    "Watch Chester go down the slide," he said as he picked the dog up and helped it climb the ladder. He gave it a slight push and down it flew. He smiled as the woman now openly laughed. He repeated this with the dog several times and then grabbed Beth and went to waltz her. This time he was shocked when he felt her arms go around his neck and he lips push upward against his. His hands palmed her buttocks and she did not move away. It was then that he realized how successful he had been at opening her heart. As her tongue eagerly explored his mouth, his hands cupped her face and his mind raced for the next place in the fairy tale adventure of an evening. "Come on now, I still got to go shopping…" he mumbled through their lips. "Whoa, you are hot to trot, aren't you?" He declared when their mouths finally parted.

    "Really now," she said with a wide dimpling smile and obvious color to her cheeks. "You started it."

    "I did not!" He denied as he put the dog back inside the car and opened a door for her. "You started it all."

    "That's not the way I remember it," she said as she pulled her clothes tight and got into the car. "Remember, you kissed me at the China place."

    "Sure as Hell not like that!" He declared as he got in and turned the ignition.

    "Now in here you have to be on your best behavior," he said as he lead her into the store and grabbed a cart.

    "Ya think," was her only response as she followed him down the aisle of fruits and vegetables.

    "There's a big one there for you'" he said picking up a phallus looking potato. He looked at her and seen a smile cross her lips before he threw the potato back into the bin and continued picking up this and that and literally throwing the items into the cart like a madman. "Sardines and soups, one to go and the other to follow," he sang as he tossed the items and moved down aisle. "Oh, and here we have the sausages and wieners, one for you and one for the cart," he sang as he tossed a pack of large sausage links into the cart followed by a box of small hot sausages.

    "Ya think, huh?" She asked as she tried not to smile and acted like she did not know him. "Oh, no you don't!" She then said playfully as she tried to pull away from him when he reached out to pull her to him by the cart. She then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

    "Oooo weeee! Got to make this fast," He said when she let him go. He continued down the aisles like a mad man, showing her more attention in ten minutes than most guys showed her in ten months. "Got to get some donuts for me doggy," said as he stopped to carefully examine the pastry section.

    "You don't feed a dog this stuff," she protested.

    "No, you don't feed your dog this stuff but I feed my dog whatever I eat. I don't have any kids so I treat him like he is my kid and shower him with loving treats the way I would a kid," he explained as he picked up a pack and they headed toward the check out lane. He watched her walk over and start to talk with a Canton Police Officer that acted as store security and then come back. He was obviously defensive when she returned.

    "That's just a friend of one of my girl friends is all," she explained, seeing the defensive look on his face.

    "Isn't this woman absolutely beautiful?" he asked the man that was processing their purchases. The man continued to process the purchases but with a smile toward the woman who was obviously happy. He paid for the items and pushed the cart over to the counter to load the items into bags. "I will get them," he said when she started to bag the items for him and load the cart again.

    "That's okay, I can help" She said as she casually placed a bag in the grocery cart.

    "If you must, My Dear. I always allow a woman to determine the course of events," he explained as he gave in. Once loaded he pushed the cart outside and to the car. She helped him load the groceries into the trunk except for the package of Bear Claws which he sat between the two front seats when they got in the car. He opened them up and ate one before teasing the dog with one. He teased the dog often as a way of training him not to snatch food. When the dog would finally give up and set down, he would allow the dog to gently take the food from his hand.

    "Stop that," she said hesitantly. When he did not stop teasing the dog she took one of the pastries and gave it to the dog. "Here Chester," she said as he took the pastry.

    "I can take you home now or we can take the groceries home first. Which would you prefer?" He asked as he started the car and backed out of the parking spot.

    "We can take the groceries to your place first if you want," she said as she lit another cigarette.

    "It may not be the best neighborhood, but since I moved in here the neighbors have done a lot to improve it," he explained as he turned onto Eleventh Street and slowed down as he neared the second house. The off color blue and white three story home stood like a tower on the corner of an alleyway. Old granite blocks formed a wall that came form the corner of the street to a set of stairs that sided the home and went to a small porch that still glistened with Christmas lights. He hit a button on the sun visor and the garage door lifted. He drove the car inside and stopped. "Well, here we are," he said turning off the ignition and opening the door. He hit the trunk switch and let the dog out as she got out.

    "I can help, you know," she said as she grabbed two bags from the trunk and closed it before following him and the dog up a wooden stairway.

    "Like I said, it is not much but I think it is pretty good considering I am only paying three-fifty a month plus the electric," he said as he lead her through the living room and into a dining room kitchen combo that was far larger than it really needed to be. He started opening the bags and putting the dry goods in the cupboards as she started handing them to him. Then he went to the refrigerator and she handed him the cold goods. He put some sausage in the freezer compartment and turned to put a bottle of spices by the stove. When he turned back to the refrigerator she was between it and him. His eyes stared into hers for a moment, waiting, wanting, exploring and searching for her motives and intents. Finally he turned her chin up with one finger and her lips reached up in an offering of herself. He was swept away in the moment and even as he felt her tongue probing his mouth, he slowly removed her pink jacket and lifted the back of her blouse. He went slowly, caressing the middle of her back as her done so, feeling for any sign of resistance.

    When no resistance came he lifted the blouse over her head and let it fall onto the top of the table that was in the middle of the room. Then, even as his mouth began exploring her neck, both hands tenderly braced her head as his fingers worked in slow massaging caresses of her scalp and neck line. He slowly moved her around the refrigerator and into the bedroom where he pushed her back on the bed and slowly undressed her as his lips devoured the breast she released from her bra. He worked slowly but methodically down her body to the center of her passion. Using his tongue forcefully and energetically on the slit of the mound, he knew no odor and spread her folds for his teasing lips, mouth and tongue to build her to a newly awakened state of arousal. Only after she had began to tremble in orgasm did he reach under the pillow and remove the two inch silver bullet he had kept there. The vibration of it against her clitoris and labia took his oral stimulation of her to the brink of the abyss of orgasm. At that moment, he locked his mouth over her clitoris and sucked powerfully as his tongue probed the very tip of it and the bullet vibrated against her labia. The orgasm was complete and her hands pulled him tightly to her as she thrust powerfully against his mouth.

    "Oh God! You are… so good," she gasped as she pulled his face up to her own and began to kiss him between the gasping words. She could not believe she could have ever experienced three orgasms so quickly and yet he was not done.

    "Relax…I am not… done yet," he explained between her kissing and tongue probing. Then he broke free of her mouth and moved down her neck line, kissing and sucking each inch of her flesh. From there he moved to her breast and again began to stimulate them as he used one hand, then the other to lift her legs onto his shoulder. A moment later he heard her gasp as he rubbed the tip of his shaft from one end of the mounds slit to the other. He probed her clitoris, and then her rectum which he could tell had never been entered in passion. Then as his mouth sucked on her cleavage so powerfully that her breast seemed to quiver with anticipation he began working himself slowly back and forth inside her opening, moving deeper and deeper with each caressing stroke. Once he reached her depths, he began using it as a probe exploring every part of her passage and only plunging deeply when he wanted to hear her gasp and know how close she was to the orgasm he wanted her to feel. He felt her tighten in what most women call an orgasm, but he did not stop.

    "Oh God! You're…so…damned…good!" She gasp as she tried to pull him to her and thrust he hips against him in a vain attempt to throw herself over the abyss and into the arms of the massive orgasm she knew was building within her. She had never felt a man probe at every inch of her vaginal walls as this man did. He did not ram in and out, did not just tease with short strokes, but actually gyrated the shaft inside her so that she felt each pleasurable caress of the shaft as it probed shallow and deep to awaken every nerve and fiber of her pleasure. The Fourth orgasm had come and before it had gone the next was looming in the distance, building its power and seething with a rage that she knew would rip her apart. She saw it, feared it, knew it was there, wanted it, but he would not allow it to slam into her very heart and soul. She tried to pull him deeper, thrust against him, gyrate her hips, suck the life from his mouth and shaft alike, but the man would only stop. He would only resume when the tidal wave that was so near had backed off to a safe but teasing distance. Then he seemed to run with the gods and release the tidal wave to crash against her just as she felt his lips lock onto her neck, his teeth open and his mouth suck powerfully enough that she could not control the gasp of pleasure and pain that tore from her clenched mouth. The tidal wave slammed into and through her body, wave after wave crashed against her very heart and soul. For what seemed like hours she rode the waves.

    "Damn-it!" He finally exclaimed in frustration as the ringing of the phone would not be denied. He reached over and grabbed the phone, pulling away from her and leaving her collapse exhausted into the softness of the bed. "It's a girl friend of mine," he said apologetically, feeling the need to explain the call that he had missed. "She won't give up," he said listening to the voice mail on the phone and the threat to come to his house and throw out whom ever he was with.

    "I can understand her," she said through exhausted attempts to catch her breath.

    "Come on, we can go in the living room and watch TV if you want," he said, carrying a blanket and pillows into the living room and setting them out on the floor so they could use the bottom of the couch as a back rest. Even as they lay down on the blanket and turned the TV on to a movie, the phone rang yet again. He went to the kitchen to answer it. "Hello?" he said already knowing who it was and becoming frustrated over the calls. "I don't care. Stop calling me like this. It is disrespectful for one thing. Well, good bye now. I will call you later."

    "Sorry about that," he said apologetically. "She does not realize she is only making me dislike her.

    "Well you will not have to worry about me doing that. I won't stalk you like that." She promised as he lay back down.

    "Yeah, well I don't believe you just up and drop someone either," he said defensively. "I mean we were friends before we were lovers and I believe you stay friends even if you can't be lovers. Just dropping someone does not give them time to adjust to not having you around. I mean, I don't drop someone like that so I don't understand the stalking thing. We are still fiends and all, just like I told you. She even comes here and has a key to the door. I still got her on my insurance and pay for her cell phone because I consider a woman--even you--a friend first."

    "I am not on the drama so you don't have to worry about that, I might call a few times but I would never stalk you."

    "Yeah, I mean the friendship still has a chance to survive that way. I mean as long as you are calling a few times you allow the relationship to get closure and the friendship to return. I have heard about dropping relationships, even writing Dear John letters on mirrors. When I was a kid, a trucker my Father knew came home and found his kids in the house alone. They had been that way for three days. He never even knew his wife had left. NOW IF THAT HAPPENED TO ME…OOOO-WEEEE…I WOULD BUG OUT. I mean I would not beat her up or kill her, but I would see it as such a disrespect I would go to the courts if she had my stuff, or if she told people lies or if she done anything I could sue for and I would utilize every honest tool in the government to literally destroy her."

    "I could not do that," she said defensively. "I think I would have to at least discuss the problem before ending a relationship."

    "I mean you have to at least show that much respect. If I dated a woman three or even four times, I would expect that much consideration. EVEN IF I TRIED TO DESTROY HER, I would stop as soon as she returned my stuff and showed me some consideration. I wouldn't hit her though or break the law, that would give her the upper hand, but I would defend my character, lifestyle, freedom and feelings to the utmost." He turned toward her and lowered his mouth to hers and ended the conversation on that note.

    She was shocked as her tongue probed his mouth and his hands explored her body yet again. Again she was rocked by an orgasm followed by a tidal wave as he sucked on her and caressed her before probing her insides with his semi erect shaft again. Never had she known a man to have pleasured her so much and never have experienced his own climax. This man had not climaxed that she knew of. Yet he was still bringing her pleasure. Even though she craved for him to flood her insides with evidence of his own pleasure, it did not happen and the waves continued to rip through her for another hour.

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