“Long trek huh?”  He asked quietly and she nodded.  Chuckling at a line that played on the tv, and he smiled too.

            “It was like Route 66, lots of pumps in the road.”  She muttered; and he nodded again.  Knowing she was talking about her life and not her moving across the couch.

            “It’s an old couch.”  He quipped; Kit looked at Marty and saw the small mischievous grin spreading on his handsome lips and she started to laugh. 

            “You are an old coot.”  She slapped his thigh and he threw an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

            “Yeah well, you like me don’t you?”  She nodded and snuggled into him.  She took a long whiff of his scent, a mixture of soap and the food they’d just eaten.  There was also a tinge of cologne. 

            He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.  They’d been intimate, kissing and hugging, but Marty didn’t push, he wasn’t the type.  She looked up at him and her bottom lip pushed out he laughed and kissed her lips this time.

            “Better.”  They continued to watch the movie and just as it ended, Kit rose up and looked him straight in the face.  He was taken back, and stopped the DVD with the remote control that was sitting next to his left hand.

            “Why is it you haven’t made one single move on me since that thing started?  Hmm?  I’ve suddenly not your type?”  He gazed into her big honest brown eyes.

            “Have I ever made mention of you not being my type.  I am letting you dictate the pace of this relationship Kit.  I happen to adore you; your spirit, your drive, your tenacity for life.  I just want to make sure that this is what you want; from me.  I can do just as well as your friend or more if you like.  But only if you like.”  Kit tilted her head to the left; and studied him for a long moment.  Well ***** he was quite the gentlemen wasn’t he?

            “Well then.”  She stood and grabbed his hand; standing up the handsome psychiatrist.

            “Want to tell me where the bedroom is in this place?”  Marty laughed and pointed to the stairway and they ascended up to the bedroom above.    

In this World

JG Marie

Why is it we can’t live in a world where skin color means someone’s skin has more pigment than mine does?

Where religion is a belief and not a reason to war?

Or in a world where culture means being unique instead of ridiculed?

A place where the country you live in is just that, a country, instead of something to defend?

Where children eat their bellyfuls and nuclear holocaust is a science fiction term?

Where what you drive doesn’t make you who you are?

A world where who you love isn’t defined by being a man, or a woman, but who that person is?

In a world where being true to yourself is all that matters?

And breaking the mold is an every day occurrence?