It was another one of those days. The sky was cloudless and
as the dimness crept by I could have almost sense that
something was going to get terribly wrong.
The lamp-light on the table was painful to look at and the
air in the room cool beyond usual. Perhaps I should've
expected that since the window was open and I could hear the
voices of the outside just reaching within my ear-shot.
Some sort of terrible music was playing somewhere to my
left, which is where, by no coincidence, resided my window.
It had played the same tune for the last half hour and I was
just thinking about doing something about it when Rainbow
came in. Maybe the grimness I was feeling earlier was just a
stomachache.

She was, as always, beautiful. Although wet to the bones,
she was smiling at me. A rather devilish smile. "Well? Are
you not going to help me with these bags? I've walked all
the way to the drugstore just to get these. I'm soaking wet
and not too pleased about it, thank you very much. Well?
What are you gawking at?"

"Nothing", I answered her smile. "I was just thinking about
last night, that's all. You look almost like you looked then
- wet and satisfied." Then I took all of her bags and placed
them gently on the kitchen table. She set her hand on mine,
warmth in her touch, and then let it go. Then: "Was that
really something you wanted, something we wanted or was it
just the drink?" she asked me directly.

"I'm pretty sure that was what I wanted ever since you got
here. I take great pleasure in talking to you; we enjoy each
other's company. Why not make a bond out of it?" and right
then I knew that was the wrong thing to say.
"I'm asking this because I am beginning to feel something
towards you. This has not happened to me before. Never had I
involved feelings with who I was with. In fact, I have
always been careful not to get too attached to a person.
This happened with you and I have nothing to do about it but
hope you feel the same, and as you said: make something of
it". By the time she was finishing her speech I had taken
her in my arms. Softly, I whispered in her ear "I feel as
you feel. More. I love you."
Then I kissed her as I felt and felt no surprise at her
kissing me back as bravely.
When she broke the kiss she asked "But what are we going to
do about this?"
"Right now? This." Then I kissed her far more passionately
then I have allowed myself the first time we did. She smiled
when we stopped. Then: "You know what I mean..."
I've told myself this line many times. It had worked for me
each and every time. So I told her "Enjoy life now, ask
questions later."
And we did.