“That's great, Mandy. I'm really happy to hear that.” In silence, hand in hand, we continued walking.

Frank and I had diner together in a small restaurant in the village nearby. I had a tremendous steak with pepersauce and fries, and Frank took a tasty meatroll. We had a lively conversation, and I thought Frank looked satisfied too. Later that evening, we decided to take a bath together. Maybe we could spice things up a little, I thougt, a little nervous. We hadn't had intimate contact for quite a while. I filled the bath with hot water, and put in foam and soap. A lovely smell drifted through the bathroom and would even make a dog get romantic feelings, so I trusted everything would be okay.

“Frank, it's ready.” I yelled. I undressed and cautiously climbed in the tub. It wasn't very big, so when Frank climbed in the water spilled over the edge and we giggled like teenagers. We moved around untill we sat a little comfortable. We played with the foam and some time later I stood up to lay bellydown on his chest. I kissed him with passion.

“I missed you, honey.” Frank whispered.

“I missed you too.” And I meaned it.

“I hope you'll figure out your life tomorrow, because I don't think I can bear to live like we did lately any longer.” His eyes were glimmering, and I was confused. Many feelings started to come up in me: surprise, and anger that he'd brought this up during this romantic moment, sadness about the past, guild and regret. But the anger won of all the other feelings, and developed itself to a full rage.

“Why? Why would you want to ruin a beautiful moment by bringing up the past? Hm? Why?” I sat up in the bath.

“Calm down Mandy. If I feel something, I can tell you that, right?” He told me with a frown.

“Well, if you want to ruin the moment, go ahead. But the romance is totally gone.”