We did in effect have dinner again and I apparently have her permission to mention it.
I began at it again, we had coffee where we used to see each other and I explained where I was that I had wanted to kiss her, and after all that while, kissed her there, where I saw her.
"I owe you fifty cents."
She laughed and I said, "Goodnight I love you.", to which she replied, "I love you too."
Earlier, I had deftly said that she was "Valedictorian" and that you wouldn't or shouldn't wonder what I would want to us to "go hot at each other." I think be passionate within long drawn out periods of soft devotion is more what I was thinking of, but, the novel is not yet entirely written.
