“No Sam. She was this meek, little, guarded, and timid woman; with the most beautiful lips I’d ever seen. When she was nervous she would bite the corner of her top lip. But she was the one who taught me how to look out for people like Danielle. I got to her to late. She killed herself before I could get her to open up to me.” Bobbi said with a touch of sadness brushing through her. She brought her head back up and sniffled fighting back the tears as the wind continued to comb through her big brunette locks. “So when I saw Danielle I knew I had to open her up right away, already she had thoughts of suicide and she had this unappreciation of her body that was scary at times.”

“So how did she end up becoming your lover isn’t there a certain unspoken rule about that?” Tina said smiling as Bobbi dropped her head smiling down at her hands.

“Yeah, yeah I’m gonna get to that.” Bobbi said smiling at Tina’s eagerness to hear the story. “I would sometimes listen to her speak and her body would tighten then release and then she’d tense up again. It was when she was talking about books did she open herself up unabashedly to me. She had a passion for books that just made her eyes dance and her voice bold. She lived in her books, she has a love for words that is sometimes astounding, she loves books so much she learned 6 different languages so she wouldn’t be restricted to just English. To hear her speak with such intensity and unwavering passion made me want to sit and listen to her for hours. I found myself living for my Thursday afternoons with her, every week it was a struggle and just when I’d get her to start to address her problems our time would be up and the next week it would be as though last week hadn’t happened.” Bobbi finished and took in a big puff of air continued on, “And slowly but surely I saw that I was falling in love with her. One day she had her back to me crying into a wall in my office saying things that scared me and made me want to hold her tighter than I’ve held anyone and give her every reassurance I had. I went over with the tissue box in my right hand” she said holding up her hand and eyes glazed over as though the scene was replaying in her mind’s eye. “and she kissed me.” she stopped and chuckled as the feel of soft forceful lips replayed over in her mind. Tina was now sitting with her legs crossed and her hands were tucked under her chin, very much like an intrigued child; as she listened intently to Bobbi.