She says: "Well I really hadn't thought about it. Have any suggestions?" She asks as she takes another bite of her delicious breakfast. I have a bright idea (or so I think) forming a big smile on my face: “Well, since you already have the outfit, how about we go to a theme park then head straight back to your place?

She accepts! She says with happiness in her eyes, sounding a bit surprised: "It sure would be nice to do something fun to get my mind off things for a bit. Besides it’s still early enough."

As soon as we finish eating, I change into a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and a light jacket (in case she feels cold later) and we head to an amusement park. I want to give her the time of her life so she forgets her current situation.

We hop on a roller coaster and in a sudden fall she lifts her arms, I react the opposite way, I drop my hand on her bare thigh, feeling her silky smooth skin waving as her soft muscles jiggle in my hands for a few seconds. I realize I never removed my hand from her thigh until the safety belts unbuckle (no wonder I remember feeling the wonderful sensation of her thighs jiggling a few times during the ride.

I remove my hand and smile at her as we get off the ride.

As soon as we get off the ride she looks at me and smiles: "Thank you for today.," She whispers before adding rather loudly "How about we head to the bumper cars next they're my favorite."

I smile and tell her: “Why wait until next time, we can ride them now, unless you’re too tired “.

She accepts my idea of going to the bumper cars. The line is long but we don’t mind. Her phone rings and she silences it. I ask: "Who was that? I hope it's not important." She replies: "it's not important it's just my husband."

I think and reply: "You know you're going to have to talk to him at some point." I Immediately notice her eyes slowly filling with tears and she gulps. (Will she allow her tears to fall unchecked in front of this many people? Will she allow me to wipe and kiss her tears? )

She whispers: "I know I will." Looking at the bumper cars, turning her eyes back at me. A single thick tear leaves her left eye and slowly creeps down her cheek, blinking forcing another tear, this time out of her right eye, creeping down her other cheek.

I sense she wants me to take care of her thick, burning tears. With the trust we have in each other by now, I don’t hesitate to lovingly wipe her tears in front of the whole long line, I notice a young guy (18-22) looking in awe as I wipe my beloved friend’s tears. I see his jaw drop when I kiss a tear and follow the thick, salty streak with kisses until I reach under her eye. I look at Chris’ eyes.