You discuss tonight's plans.

"If I were a key to the garage door, which one would I be?" you ask yourself as you approach the garage's rear door.

After trying all but the last two you are finally successful and manage to unlock the door. Entering the dark garage, you navigate by the light coming through the windows of the garage doors.

Shit, it's hot in here, you think while you move towards your car. Taking out your car key fob, you hit the unlock button for your trunk and doors and as you do so you begin to sweat from the heat. You notice the three large commercial fans scattered around the garage that you guess that Holly uses when she does work in here. You also see two cars occupying the other bays but they are hidden by black fabric car covers, so you cannot tell what type of cars they are.

Opening your trunk you pull out your two travel bags and set them on the ground. Fortunately, they are the type with wheels so you can pull one in each hand behind you. You grab your laptop from the front seat before locking your car again and head back to the trailer.

You had some difficulty with the steps but you finally get back inside. Setting your laptop down on the coffee table you hear the shower still running while you pull your bags into Holly's room and park them at the foot of the bed.

At that point the shower turns off. "John, you back?" Holly calls out to you.

"Just now," you reply back.

"Cool, I'll be just another sec," she shouts.

"All right," you yell and look around to notice some pictures in frames on the low six drawer dresser under the TV. Going over to take a look at them, you see that there are five in total -- one of the photographs is of the brunette and redhead from the pictures in the living room in casual clothes on either end. In the middle is a photo of the girl in a graduation gown flanked by Holly and the redhead again in casual clothes. The other two photographs, one shows Holly and the redhead in army camouflage uniforms (the redhead's name tag reads, "Turner") and the other photograph shows Holly again in casual clothes with the redhead who was now wearing a police uniform.

"My sister, Heather, and best friend, Sonya," Holly informs right behind you, causing you to jump startled.

"Oh, sorry! Sorry!" she apologizes as you turn around to face her.

She is drying herself off with a white towel and you could see the water still glistening on her skin and her wet raven hair was still dripping. Again, you found yourself thinking how lucky you were to find this amazing woman and visions of what you are going to do with her, come swimming into your mind.

"John?" you hear her say. "Hello! Earth to John!"

"Sorry, I was lost in thought," you smile at her.

"Uhuh," she grins as she twists her body from side to side. "Where those thoughts perchance about me?"

"Perchance?" you quickly question before moving forward and planting a kiss on her cheek. "I was just thinking I was the luckiest guy to be able to be with you."

"Me too," she states. "Luckiest girl I mean, not guy obviously..." Her voice trails off.

"You were going to a family reunion, right?" she asks suddenly. "So you should have some nice clothes, right?"

"Yes to both," you answer, not quite knowing where she is going with her question.

"Good, because I think we should go someplace nice for our date tonight! There's this nice Italian restaurant over in Renton," she reveals. Although the name Renton has no meaning to you, you assume it is one of the nearby towns.

"....and afterwards I think I'll show you some of the local sights," she continues. "Sound good?"

"Any place with you sounds good to me," you smile.

"Nice," she smiles back and comes in for a short kiss. She then turns to the dresser and opens one of the bottom drawers and, after rummaging around for a minute, pulls out another sports bra, white this time with black edges, and a pair of white panties. Quickly putting them on she goes to the side of the bed that has both your clothes on the floor and gets dressed. Tucking her shirt into her jeans, she looks at something on the floor before reaching down to pick up the bra she that was wearing before.

"Here," she smirks, coming over to you and handing them to you. "You can keep this too." She gives you a wink as she stuffs it in you pants pocket.

"Think of them as a memento of our first time together," she purrs, running her hand down your chest and giving you a quick kiss.

"You still have my keys?" she asks, changing directions once again as she is apparently about ready to get back to work.

"Yes."

"Cool, give 'em, " she orders, holding out her hand.

You do what she says and she takes them. She quickly detaches the ring with the Nissan key on it before taking off a few keys from the other rings and adding them to it.

"Here these are for the garage, my trailer, rec-trailer, and my car in case you need it," she says, throwing the keys back to you. "Can you drive stick?"

"Yeah, my grandfather taught me how to drive and he insisted that I learn on a stick shift," you tell her.

"Good, if you take her out you should be fine at normal speeds. Just don't push her -- high speed, high revs. There's a wicked learning curve on the turbos," she instructs you. "Also, feel free to raid the fridge and kitchen. There's more food in the other trailer. Generally, make yourself at home, watch TV, take a shower, whatever, I shouldn't be gone more than a few hours.

"Finally, Heather shouldn't be back before me since she's out of town but I'll text her so she won't be freaked out by you if she gets home before me."

With that she quickly kisses you again and goes to the front door.

"Be careful," you say as she opens it and steps outside.

"I will," she smiles and waves goodbye. A couple minutes later you hear the sound of an engine firing up and the truck pulling away, leaving you alone in the trailer to wait for her return.