After a very competitive game of bowling with Alice, Dana, Carmen and Shane okay the competitive thing was just happening between Al and Shane, but after the game, Carmen and Shane were at home when the incident that would spark our next Chapter in this line of tales happened.

“Baby?” Shane asked suspiciously. Carmen perked up from her spot by the chair as she pulled the white wife beater over her head.

“Mmm?”

“You haven’t touched my no dammit!” Shane mumbled- frustrated- and paced the room after slamming her fist on the desk thoughtfully.

“Haven’t touched what Shaney?” Carmen purred tiredly as she padded up behind her and hooked her fingers in her belt loops. She leaned into her back and closing her eyes with a yawn.

“My journal I just, can’t find it is all. I don’t know where it could have went I always put it back in the same spot.”

“No I haven’t touched it. In fact I haven’t seen it in a couple days. I just realized. It’s always in the top drawer of the desk right?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm. Yeah,” Carmen murmured and tried to think.

“Oh well, I’m sure I just misplaced it like I do- well, everything else. Besides, I have more important things to do,” Shane said, her voice ***** and raspy as she turned around quickly and caught Carmen off guard with a kiss. Carmen smiled, both quickly forgetting the lost item in a heated passion of kisses and caresses

*

You get me. Like no one else gets me. Some how, you understand me. And I don’t know why. And I don’t know why you take the time. Some times, when you talk, my heart actually hurts, I feel a pain, because I’m no with you. Though we’ve never met, my love for you makes me sick. Sick with happiness, frightfulness, uncertainty, giddiness, affection, adoration and most of all sadness. I feel sadness most strongly because I know we can never be and that knowledge darkens apart of me inside. When I think of you my stomach churns. Your perfection is so blindingly brilliant that I shiver every time I picture your face, or your dess-like body. And though you’ll never see them, these are the truest word I’ve ever writ, and they mean more than my being, and they mean more then you or I could ever comprehend, because they’re real, and reality, is bigger then you or me or both of us together. These last words, the ones that seal the envelope, are what will resonate through my body each and every day. I love you Carmen.