The next morning he rose early, showered and had a coffee. The flowers he'd nearly destroyed survived the night in his fridge wrapped in a damp paper towel. He carefully lifted them out, and went up the street.

As he turned the corner of her house, he saw the GTO parked close to it, with the hood up. There must be something wrong with it he thought. He walked up behind the car and peered around it...no one was there. He moved up along side of it, and that's when then it hit him...a vision that would never leave his mind. She was bent over the car, her long legs just dangling there, not touching the ground.

He laid the roses on the roof and grabbed onto the car for support...his body ready to collapse. She was wearing a very short pair of denim cutoffs that were frayed around the bottom...threads hanging down her legs a ways. Her cheeks were half out from beneath them. There was a tear across the right side, under the pocket. From what he could see, she had nothing on underneath...her bare cheek peeking through the tear...a perfect picture. He felt stirrings inside that he hadn't felt in a long time...at least not like that. He resisted the urge, mentally slapping his hands for the thoughts in his head.

Sensing that she wasn't alone, she tried to slide off the fender, but somehow got caught there. She wiggled around trying to move, but it was futile. What a dilemma she thought, still wondering if someone else was there with her. She swore to herself.

He was taking in all of this rather agitated movement and began to sweat a little. Maybe she needed some help, and although he would rather have watched, he moved behind and against her, and reached out.

She panicked as she felt the pressure against her, and hands grabbing onto her waist. She struggled as she was lifted from the car and set down. She quickly turned around to see who it was; his hands still on her waist. Her lips curved into a sweet smile. She briefly lost her balance, and she fell back against the car. He steadied her and gazed into her beautiful eyes...his body turning to mush.

He was so close her...should he kiss her? He leaned in and as she closed her eyes, he kissed the tip of her nose and laughed...then stepped back. She opened her eyes and blushed for thinking about a kiss that might have happened, and didn't. He gave her the roses and asked what was wrong with the car and if he could help.

She told him she wasn't sure what was wrong, and stepped aside as he inspected under the hood. He discovered the coil wire was loose and reconnected it, telling her that it was nothing serious. He gently closed the hood and wistfully thought about how much he'd like to take the car for a drive.

She sensed his thoughts, took the keys out of her pocket and handed them to him. He gave her a surprised look, and felt a rush as he slid into the seat. He made himself comfortable behind the wheel...wondering why she would let him take it...she barely knew him. He tried not to show his excitement, but she saw it in his face, and in those twinkling green eyes ...he was like a little boy with a brand new toy.

He asked if she was coming with him, but she shook her head, telling him to enjoy. She then invited him to have lunch with her when he came back. He put the key in the ignition and turned it. The car purred as he backed it out of the driveway. He waved and watched her go into the house, roses in her hand, a smile on her lips.

The ride was exhilarating. Feeling like a teenager with his first car, he didn’t want it to end. After parking the car, he got out, slowly walked around it, trying very hard to control his excitement. He looked up to see her in the window, watching him. She called him in.

As he strolled into the kitchen, he dropped the keys on the table. A bowl of cherries caught his eye and he grinned. She saw that grin and knew exactly what he was thinking. She smirked at him as she reached for one.

He asked if she could tie a knot in the stem with her tongue...she thought everyone could, because it was so easy.

She brought the cherry to her lips, pursed them around it and sucked it into her mouth, slowly chewing it, savouring the sweet, tart taste. Still holding the stem in her fingers, she pulled it away, then removed the cherry pit, and discarded it.

Looking directly into his eyes, and winking, she slipped the stem into her mouth. She began to move her tongue around it, letting him see exactly what she was doing. He watched in amazement as her tongue slid back and forth down it's length, manipulating the stem...folding it in half, then into a loop. His tongue moved inside his mouth as though he were trying the same thing.

She tried not to laugh at him because he was working that stem harder than her. Finally crossing the ends of the stem and holding them there, she pushed one end through the loop with the tip of her tongue, rolled it around and slipped the end through the loop again.

With her mouth closed, she smiled, then slipped her tongue out, and there it was, the cherry stem, wrapped around the tip. She took his hand and dropped the stem into it; then turned around and went to make lunch.