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The rest of the evening we chat about nonsense. Shea talks about her office business, studiously avoiding anything about the moonshiners’ business and everyday life. He smooths over the rough edges, and the nice thing about all this is that I didn’t even have to ask him to do it-he somehow has a good sense of where the fine line is, and almost always knows how not to cross it.

So when he drove me to our rendezvous point, where I ran to him like a punished schoolgirl on a date, I didn’t even protest the kiss.

And I expect that at least this time something will switch in my pragmatic head – and we will be able to complement our pleasant pastime with a pleasant intimacy. That’s how we’ve been dating for almost two months now, and for all that time I’ve kept him at “kissing” distance. It is only my unwillingness to offend this nice guy that stops me from making Guinness Book of World Records jokes.

Shea always smells pleasantly of some fresh cologne and something else a little sweet. Probably cherry gum, though I’ve never seen him smack. His lips are hard and insistent, and he definitely knows how to kiss.