The next stop on the trip is a very small boutique that you are not familiar with. As you come to a stop in front of the shop, he tells you to wait for him as he disappears inside. He emerges in about 5 minutes. He answers your look with a smile as you back out into the street. The final stop of the day is at the grocery store. "I thought you had everything?" you question. "Everything for me, but not everything for us." As you enter to automatic doors you realize how much you like doing these tasks with him. How natural it feels to be with him, he turns and looks deep into your eyes. As if he could read your mind, "It is fun, isn't it?" You just smile, a very big smile. You stock up on several items that almost make you blush as he picks them up, especially the way he held the peaches as he looked at you, running his tongue across his lips, you try to playfully hit him with the cart. Fresh bread from the bakery. Laughing as he picks up a bag of ice and mudslide mix, not exactly the chocolate shake you normally have. Although you do not drink very much, you both have spent numerous hours sitting with friends drinking over at the Redneck Lounge. Quite a place, a lot of freaks go there. Guess you both fit right in. "At least one of us does," he is very fond of saying. That remark will usually get him a poke in the ribs if he is close enough.
After loading the groceries into the car, he drives back to the house. You love to sit and watch him. Of course he knows you are watching and glances at you quite often. You love him, plain and simple. You arrive with the dusk, the sun setting earlier and earlier. After unloading the bags and packages, he asks you to prepare a salad while he starts the grill. He goes into the refrigerator and comes out with a bowl containing two delicious looking steaks he has had marinating all day. Shaking your head in awe, you begin to cut up the vegetables. After a fabulous meal, you feel totally stuffed. he makes a pitcher of mudslides, pours two tall glasses, and you go out on the deck. The first stars are beginning to come out yet there is not a chill in the air, Indian summer.