On the third day, it hit me what he was doing. He was taking his time. Allowing me to chat with townsfolk, window shop, smell the flowers, taste the foods and drink in the landscape. He was giving me his world.

“Babe,” he replies, grinning then said no more.Still being helpful, I explained,…”

“Then he dipped his head, touched his mouth to mine and then lifted it away befo…”

“Men understand direct communication. It's bitches who speak in code.”

“You were just a beautiful woman. Now you're my beautiful woman. What you got un…”