We sat in the bubbly water sipping the fresh coffee and listened to the patter of the rain of the roof of the house. OK Darlin’? I can’t wait, I responded. As he carefully touched her mouth with the softest kiss a slow song replaced the formerly loud angry male music that had been playing. I fell asleep wondering, not if, but when I would be with Tom again. Come in,” she eagerly pleaded, waving me in, all excited-like. I’ll bring along the pitcher of iced tea and paper cups.