“What does she like?”, he asked.
“Was that it?”, I responded.
“What?”, he wondered.
“What you wanted to talk about.”, I said, giving him the corner eye look.
“Actually there is more, but yea, partly.”, he confessed.
“She likes real.”, I stated flatly. “Raw, unacted, unrehearsed.”, I emphasized.
“El, please…”, his disappointment argued. “…she must like something.”, he pleaded.
“And she does, many things in fact.”, I agreed. “But the former is key.”, I said, still not being very helpful. Lord the hardest thing was biting on my excitement so that I did not spill everything out for him, teach him how to handle her so my Dana got perfection for even I knew how wrong that was.
“Okay.”, he exhaled. Tarzan might have wanted to impress Dana, and don’t get me wrong, I really wanted for it to
