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electricity. I understood that he was feeling just as much electricity, because I could sense it from him.
    We lay there for a little while, kissing passionately, yet innocently. I found myself wanting him to strip off my clothes right then and there, and explore my body eagerly with his tongue.
    Looking into my eyes, Ryan said “We should probably get going before it starts getting dark. Uh, the trail exits onto the street, which might be better than taking the trail all the way back. I think you've had enough of mountain biking for the day.”
    Truer words were never spoken. So, we followed the trail for a little bit, then were soon out on the street. We biked the 10 miles back to the car on the street, me struggling to keep up, but not wanting him to know that. I wanted him to think that I was better than I really was.
    “So, what would you like to do now?” Ryan asked when we got to his Escalade and put his bikes away.
    “Well, I have to admit I am starved.”
    “I hope you don’t mind, but I thought I might cook for you this evening.”
    My eyes grew huge. Cook? He can cook? Riggghhhht. Next thing you know, he will tell me he does his own dishes. This was one thing that I was definitely not used to. My old boyfriend lived on Doritos and frozen pizza, and he was pretty typical.
    “That sounds groovy,” I said, smiling.
    We made our way back to his house in Hallbrook. Hallbrook was the neighborhood where Joe Montana lived while he was playing for Kansas City, and was now the home of CEOs, hedge fund managers, venture capitalists, large-firm law partners, heart surgeons, and probably more than a few drug kingpins. It was the ultimate in gated communities.
    We arrived at his gorgeous, and enormous, Tudor revival home. The home had a brick and wood façade, with three of the signature wood triangles on the outside of the home. The driveway was a circle drive. The front of the house was surrounded by flowers and perfectly manicured bushes. A fountain that looked vaguely Japanese was in the middle of a little courtyard, surrounded by marble benches. The front door was adorned with a stained-glass bird, and looked like it cost more than my car brand new.
    My legs felt like spaghetti as we walked up to the house.
    I felt a bit more comfortable walking in, as he had two very friendly mutts who ran to greet him. “Maximus” and “Brutus” were two rescue mutts, he explained, who were about to be put down before he saved him. One was a pit bull mix. Because I rescue pit bulls, I felt a special affinity for this dog. Instinctively, upon meeting the dogs, I laid down on the floor so that they could come up to me and lick my face, which they did, being dogs. I rolled around them for a little while, and Ryan did the same, laying on the floor with me and the dogs.
    “Looks like you really love dogs.”
    “Definitely. I want one so bad, but can’t have them in my little apartment. So, I rescue them instead.”
    His house was beautiful inside, spotless and elegant, with just enough masculinity. The kitchen was large, with an 8 foot island in the middle, and the kitchen counters were entirely made of Italian marble in a dark blue color. His kitchen cabinets were made up of real cherry wood, with more stained glass on the cabinet doors. The kitchen tile was mosaic patterned, with rust, blue, yellow and greens blended in. My entire apartment could fit in this kitchen I observed.
    This was the first room I hung out in, but he gave a tour of the rest of the house. The living room was about 1,000 square feet, with cherry wood hard floors and throw rugs with various patterns on the floor. The ceilings were vaulted, with a skylight at the top. The furniture was modern, with leather sofas, coffee tables and end tables that were glass-topped and marble-bottomed, and tall lamps that had crystal bells and brass stems. An enormous fireplace was on one of the walls, with a 10 foot by 10 foot mural done in the style of Thomas Hart Benton