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again, I felt like I was back in high school.  I
sagged back into my seat and curiously considered what was under the brown
paper.  It was shaped like a picture of some sort, although it was pretty large
for a picture.  As we pulled up to my brownstone, I realized it would be
difficult for me to maneuver the large package into the house by myself.  Charles
opened the door and put his hand out to help me out of the car. 
                    “Mr. Jenner gave me specific instructions
that I am to carry the gift into your apartment for you.”
                    Walking up the stairs to my brownstone, I
noticed something was different, but couldn’t quite put my finger on it.   As I
got closer to the front door, I realized that my window was now partially covered
in beautiful antique decorative wrought iron.   The design was elegant and
graceful almost concealing the true purpose of its placement as a decorative
work of art.  Security.  It would be impossible for anyone to fit through my
window with the iron bars carefully placed to limit accessibility.  I had seen
window coverings like these when I was researching security, but antique pieces
like that were thousands of dollars and a luxury I could never afford.    My
first thought was that the landlord had added the security, but then I
remembered Kennedy’s statement about my lack of security the night before.
                     I opened the door to my apartment and
Charles carefully placed the package on the table and returned to his car
telling me to take as much time as I needed.   Two seconds after I closed the
door behind him, I tore through the brown paper like a child on Christmas
morning, curiosity finally getting the better of my composure.  Underneath, the
most striking work of art I have ever seen took my breath away.  Not quite
abstract, but bright colors and dimension shaded a simple picture of woman’s
tongue eating an ice cream cone.  There was no face attached to the tongue and
it was almost difficult to make out the tongue licking the cone behind the bold
splashes of color and strokes of dimensions.   Sexual.  Sensual.  Raw.  The
feelings that looking at the work of art evoked were powerful.  Tears stung my
eyes and I forced my lids to shut to keep them at bay. 
                    Then I remembered there was another card on
the outside.  I searched through the wrapping and found it.  Hang this
original so that you can see it from your bed.  I’ve purchased the print to
hang in my bedroom.  KJ.
                    Oh. My . Lord.  Who is this
man?  I really didn’t know him, but yet it felt like I had been waiting forever
for him to arrive.  My heart raced and my smile spread so wide that it hurt.   I
had to call and say thank you, I couldn’t wait to hear his voice.   I dialed
the cell phone number that he wrote on his business card.
                    “Kennedy.”  The response from the other end
of the phone on the first ring.
                    “Oh, hello Kennedy, this is Hope York.” 
God, why am I such a dork?  I had to recite my first and last name to identify
myself to a man that I kissed last night and sent me an amazing gift today.  I
inwardly cringed at my uncoolness.
                    “Hope, did you get home safely?”  I could
hear the smile in his voice.
                    “Yes, I did.   It was very sweet of you to
send Charles and the artwork is, well…it’s just amazing.  I mean it’s beautiful.”
                    “I’m glad you like it.  I thought it was
beautiful too.  Although it doesn’t come close to watching the real thing in
person last night."  I was about to say, Thank you, when his deep
voice interrupted my thought.  “Charles tells me that your friend asked him to
drop you off at a club to meet her this