As he was laughing, Tara kneed him in the testicles and he dropped to the floor. “My name is Tara, and you are a fucking bastard! Bastard! And don’t ever mess with my Ipod! Bastard!”

She tried to kick him in the face, but he grabbed her leg and pulled her to the ground. They wrestled for several minutes until she was straddling his lap. He had her wrists in his grasp until he turned his head and met her eyes. Her hazel-green eyes entranced him. He touched her cheek with the back of his hand and said, “You’re eyes are so familiar. Do I know you?”

She kissed him gently on the forehead, then on both cheeks. He responded by pulling her body closer, closing his eyes, and opening his mouth to kiss her. And then she punched him between the eyes.

“I know a bastard when I see one and you are one! I’m getting the fuck out of here, you drunk bastard!” She rolled off his lap, reached for her purse, and scampered toward the exit of the shed.

“Not so fast,” he said as he grabbed her and pulled her body close to his.