From: Philippa Chapman (Glastonbury, Somerset, UK.) Date: Sat, 05 Apr 1997 07:00 +0000 Subject: Girl Talk, Part 4/5 GIRL TALK PART 4 Melissa was just walking down the corridor from the control room as Sam arrived. He had shaved and washed and was wearing a green sweat suit top and jeans. "Any progress?" Melissa crossed her fingers. "Not much. Ziggy's still calculating the odds of all the scenarios I suggested earlier." "Okay. You'd better tell me what you've got, so that I can continue." "Are you sure you're okay?" Sam nodded. "Yes. The tugging in two directions has gone and my memory's nearly back to normal. Thanks." Melissa went back into the control room with Sam and showed him her notes. "Well, the explosion is getting more and more immanent. Ziggy reckons that it will happen soon. Apparently it's all to do with the accidental psychic and trans-temporal link that happened between you and the other Sam. You seem to have broken your psychic link, but Ziggy is now connected to the other Ziggy through a wormhole in null-space. It is *their* Ziggy that blows up, but this causes a feed-back through the wormhole and we go too. I don't think there's any way that the other Sam could have predicted this....it's just a terrible accident. The good news is that if we either close the wormhole or stop their Ziggy from blowing up, then *both* projects survive and the other Sam will be in a position to go home one day." Sam nodded slowly. "Yes, that makes sense. We'd have to communicate with them somehow. Do we have any specifics on exactly what causes their explosion?" "Apparently they'd developed a 'tag' like the one Al used to try and get you home directly, but when they used it, it knocked their Sam and Melissa out of control in time and the feedback wave destroyed the project. We were very lucky it didn't happen to us, too." Sam paced up and down, running calculations in his head. "Yes....he said it was a fierce lightning storm, but the rest fits. Have we still got a copy of Al's tag?" "Yes, we took it off Alexandra....and there's a spare, too. Here they are. I've had Ziggy run non-invasive tests on them over and over, but I can't find any flaw." Sam picked up the two palm-sized blue and silver boxes. "Maybe ours are okay. I know it was a close run thing with me, but I survived. If we could take one to the other project intact and get a comparison, we might be able to help both projects. The trouble is what such a move might do to our own time-line....or theirs." "IT IS NOT POSSIBLE TO TAKE OUR TECHNOLOGY TO THEM. THE CONSEQUENCES WOULD BE SIMILAR TO GIVING JUNGLE NATIVES ACCESS TO GUNS." Sam and Melissa both winced. "So we send them a message....a short simple one, saying 'Don't use the tags yet'. If I sealed it and signed it, it would be like that time we sent a message home all the way from the Second World War. The trouble is, how to get it to them." "IF YOU MARRY MELISSA, THEN YOU WILL HAVE A WAY." Sam shook his head. "This is crazy, Ziggy. Why should a piece of paper make that much difference?" "IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THAT PIECE OF PAPER SOON, IT WON'T MATTER ANYWAY. YOU'LL ALL BE DEAD." Sam looked at Melissa, his green eyes searching her face. He smiled softly and apologetically. "We don't seem to have much free will in this matter. I've got access to our blood samples and if we're quick we can sort out the paperwork for tomorrow. This isn't what either of us had planned, is it?" Melissa looked in his eyes. "I know. But if it means saving the project and everyone's life somehow, then I suppose we must do the right thing." Sam kissed her cheek gently, then he smiled. "I'm going to have to disturb Al so that he can be my best man!" Sam felt rather embarrassed when he eventually phoned Al. To his surprise the other end was picked up almost immediately. "Admiral Calavicci.....oh, it's you, Sam. Yes, I know I'm whispering, but Tina's all curled up and fast asleep at the moment and I don't want to wake her just yet," he laughed softly,"Well, it's been an *interesting* twenty four hours or so.....actually it's been absolutely perfect. You're *WHAT*? Sorry, I suppose I should have guessed. Well, if she makes you half as happy as Tina has made me, I'll be very pleased for you. Tomorrow? That quickly? Well, I understand....I certainly couldn't hold back when I realised how it was going to be for Tina and me. Wild horses wouldn't keep me away! See you in the morning, Sam. And, congratulations, kid. You picked a good one this time." Sam felt like several sorts of heel for not telling Al the whole truth, but he knew that his friend would only either worry or get angry. He felt the reasons were too personal to share, just yet. Maybe once the whole sorry episode was over he'd be able to tell Al everything. He completed the necessary paperwork and made a couple of phonecalls, managing to book everything remarkably easily. There were some benefits to working with the approval of the government....ease of processing paperwork was one of them. Melissa, meanwhile, was in her office, writing and re-writing an e-mail. Eventually, she had it worded as well as she could manage and sent it off. After that, she wrote another letter, addressed it and left it propped up on her desk before locking her office door. The next morning came soon enough. Melissa and Sam dressed fairly smartly and arrived in the public canteen, shortly followed by Al and Tina, who were arm in arm and so obviously blissfully happy that Sam smiled broadly. The papers were produced, the justice of the peace did the legal stuff and Sam and Melissa were legally husband and wife in less than ten minutes. "Go on, Sam....." Sam felt Al nudging him, then realised that what everyone would be expecting him to do. He gently framed Melissa's face in his hands. Again he intended a short, simple kiss, but the instant their lips met, it proved just as overwhelming as before. Sam finally managed to pull away when he could feel everyone in the room staring slightly. He felt his ears burning with embarrassment. Al just grinned. "Yeah, I know. I've shared a few of those I-just-can't-stop kisses in the last couple of days, haven't I?" Al pulled Tina closer,"Mia dolce pesca," he whispered fervently, then turned back to Sam. "I..I'll make sure you get the same consideration you gave me, Sam. Thanks. Quindici grazie." Sam looked puzzled, as he didn't understand the Italian, but Tina giggled. "Al, my darling stallone, you're boasting again. It's dieci grazie." "I'll make up the difference later!" Tina just blushed and Melissa looked at the carpet on the floor. The canteen brought out a cake and Sam and Melissa managed to get through the ritual of being hugged and kissed by everyone and trying to look delighted and happy. They didn't know it, but the glow on their faces that had been caused by the kiss had done the trick and nobody suspected that this was anything less than genuine. Eventually Sam took Melissa away. "Er...this is the tricky bit." Melissa looked up into his face. "I've got some work to do.....in my office. If you can disappear too, then everyone will think..." Sam hugged her gently. "I know. I'm sorry this is such a farce. I'll make sure you have a glowing reference when you have to leave us." "Thank you, Sam. I'm so grateful that you're my friend." Melissa by-passed her office, took the letter that Sam had drafted, ready for when he proposed to use it and quickly changed into a Fermi suit. She picked up the unused 'tag' and strapped it to her waist. "SO YOU'RE GOING AHEAD WITH THIS, MS MACLEAN?" Melissa nodded. "Yes, I am. You said that I must and it's the least that I can do to put right the mess we've got ourselves into." "THERE IS STILL A 40% CHANCE THAT YOU WILL NOT RETURN." Melissa nodded. "I know, but it's better than us all getting blown sky-high. If I don't come back, explain to Sam and tell him I'm sorry and that I hope he'll be happy." "GOOD LUCK, THEN. SHALL I ALSO TELL HIM THAT YOU LOVE HIM?" Melissa shook her head, the tears threatening at her cheeks. "No. If I don't come back, there's a letter for him in my office that says everything that I want to say. He must never, never know that I love him utterly and completely. I forbid you to tell him. There's a deeply sensitive part of him that would be terribly hurt if he knew and I was lost or dead." "I DO NOT UNDERSTAND, BUT I WILL COMPLY. I HOPE YOU *DO* RETURN...MELISSA." "Thanks Ziggy. I hope he likes the wedding gift I arranged for him." Melissa Maclean stepped into the Accelerating Chamber and vanished.... Sam worked until very late in his office, until the graveyard shift had come on and he could sneak to his on-site condo without being noticed. His home computer told him that there was an e-mail waiting. Now that he was back, this was one more invention that he was going to have to get to know better. He rubbed his eyes and logged on to download the document. "Probably a college or university wanting my math again....oh, the price of having a head full of physics...." But it wasn't either of those. Sam scanned down the address, then went back and read the sender's address again. "What?! Elk Ridge....oh, must be the high school. Oh, God! Oh, BOY! There's only one person in the world who calls me 'little brother'...." Sam read the letter from Tom through a veil of tears. "They know I'm alive....they all know.... What's this? 'Your wife sounds like a lovely woman. She told me yesterday and I still can't quite believe it. You've been gone from our lives for so long. I'm coming down to see you for myself, then I guess Mom will want to come visit. Now we know where you've been all this time and what you've been doing. We won't tell - it was the not knowing that was the worst, that and the assumption that you were dead. We understand why nothing could be said, of course. I've missed you.' TOM! When's he coming? Tomorrow? Oh, boy.....I don't think I shall be able to sleep tonight. Melissa.....I don't know what I'm going to say to you tomorrow." Sam was almost right - he did sleep, but not much. His stomach was a bundle of adrenalin and longing. He finally gave up on more sleep at six o'clock in the morning and had a long, hot shower instead. He dressed with haste, but tried to pick something smarter than usual. Sam spent a long time pacing up and down in the visitor's lobby, just waiting for Tom to arrive. At last, the courtesy car drew up outside and Tom got out. Sam rushed out of the door, then stopped dead. Tom smiled broadly. There were tears threatening in his eyes. "Good to see you Sam." That unglued Sam's feet and he went the rest of the way into Tom's hug. The two men went inside the building together. Sam spent several hours showing Tom around as much of the complex as he could, then the two brothers had lunch together. Tom showed him the latest family photos and Sam drank each one in avidly, his memories still catching up with the reality. "That's Edie....she's still as tall and beautiful as the day she walked into the farmhouse and completely stole my heart. I remember you went a little cow-eyed over her yourself, but you didn't stand a chance! Tom junior's helping me with the farm now....so is Louise. She has a real way with the animals. Then there's our surprise package, Jonathan. He's gone into Chemistry in a big way....I guess the genius Beckett genes slipped sideways." Sam decided Tom was ready for the big pay-off. "Actually, all this Leaping around in time had certain......consequences." Sam paged Doctor Fuller, then watched Tom's jaw drop at the sight of Sammy-Jo. He stood up slowly and shook her hand, then smiled slowly. "So you did have a family after all...in a way. I'm stunned." "I'm a grandfather too." Tom laughed. "How old?" Sammy-Jo sat down and smiled. "Five. His name's Albert Samuel." Tom slowly shook his head. "I hope you come over soon to stay, both of you....our house is open to all family." It was Sam's turn to laugh. "Give me a chance to get to know my grandson first.....and my daughter." It was several hours later, when Tom had finally gone and Sam and Sammy-Jo had talked for a long time that Sam finally realised that he hadn't seen Melissa all day. They were driving back from putting Tom on his flight home. "Have you seen Melissa lately?" "Well, er.....Dad...is that okay? Alright then, Dad. I thought you and Melissa would be having some sort of honeymoon by now." Sam decided on a blatant lie to cover himself. "We.....we sort of had the honeymoon in advance. I just thought....maybe she's been busy with Ziggy. Now hang on a minute.....Ziggy said that when my family got here, everything would be safe. The explosion must have been stopped somehow. Oh, God! Al? Don't say the stupid lummox has gone whizzing off from Tina's side to sort things out! No.....he wouldn't. Oh, no. Oh, please.....not that. It was Melissa. I thought she seemed a little quiet yesterday. She did it. If anything's happened to her, I'll never forgive myself. I'm right, aren't I?" Sammy-Jo looked over at Sam. "Yes, I think you are. She wrote to Tom and then tried to save the project. Looks like she might have succeeded, too." Sam's eyebrows raised in something close to disbelief. "Yes, but why?" Sammy-Jo gave Sam a very direct look. She spoke softly. "If you can't answer that question, you're really thick-headed." Sam had fallen asleep in the passenger seat of the car and didn't protest when Sammy-Jo helped him into his condo. He flaked out on the bed almost immediately and Sammy-Jo left to relieve her baby-sitter. "Dad, you're the stupid lummox. She loves you. I've seen the love shining in her eyes as plain as day. And if you'd seen your expression just after you kissed her yesterday, you'd have seen love in yours too. You just haven't realised it yet. I hope you do soon." When Sam finally woke up, he felt incredibly refreshed, until he remembered the previous night's conversation. He pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and ran back to the complex. The guards raised an eyebrow as he passed, but they let him through. They had almost got used to Doctor Beckett turning up at strange times of day and night from before he Leaped. Sam made straight for the control chamber. "Okay, Ziggy. Where and when is she?" "IF YOU MEAN YOUR WIFE, SHE IS AT HER CONDO. SHE ARRIVED BACK SAFELY YESTERDAY, JUST BEFORE YOUR BROTHER CAME HERE." "Is she alright? Is the project alright?" "YES TO BOTH QUESTIONS. THE NOTE DID THE TRICK, AS YOU MIGHT PUT IT. THEY DELAYED TRYING THEIR 'TAGS' LONG ENOUGH TO FIND THE FLAW. I HAVE ONE LAST RECORDED MESSAGE FROM THE OTHER SAM." "Show it, please." A hologram beam shot out from Ziggy and landed on the wall to the right of Sam. The one he called Becket appeared, radiantly happy, his arm around the other Melissa. There were slight differences and they were both about ten years older than Sam, but the resemblance was uncanny. "Thank-you....or rather thank your Melissa. She helped me get home...at least for a while, and saved my project. Melissa and I are already working on safe travel back to our past and are keen to get out there again. You could say that we have perpetual wanderlust! We won't see each other again...unless there's a universal heaven for all the timelines, so this is goodbye. Be happy, Sam and have a long idyllic life with your lovely wife." Then the image was gone. Sam thanked Ziggy, got her to store the image, then slowly left the control room. "I wish it *could* be idyllic. I wish we'd found what Al and Tina have so obviously found together. That complete oneness of love and desire which encompasses body, soul and mind. I looked for it everywhere." Sam went over to Melissa's condo almost on auto-pilot. He saw her in the tiny garden, watering the plants in what was still fairly early morning sunshine. She had her back to him. She was wearing a blue and green sleeveless Summer dress and a sun-hat. Sam watched as she straightened up, then turned as she sensed that she was being watched. She smiled and then it finally hit Sam like a ton of bricks. "Melissa! I was so worried....you didn't tell me....and then Tom..." Sam managed to open the gate and go inside the garden. He took a deep steadying breath and mentally crossed his fingers. "What I'm trying to say is.....that I love you." He moved a little closer, then his legs and arms took over and he reached for her. Before he had time to think, she was there and his hands were framing her face. He stole a quick kiss, which wasn't nearly enough, but he needed to say more. "Let me amend that. I *adore* you." Melissa pulled him gently back. "And I adore you." she murmured against his mouth even as his lips began to kiss her again. This time the kisses went on and on, slow and sweet. Sam could feel his desire beginning to burn inside him, but the intoxication of the kisses they shared was enough for quite a while. He eventually pulled away. "Can we start again?" She smiled a beautiful gentle smile and Sam could see the love shining in her eyes. "I think we just did, Sam." "I mean.....please, let me be a real husband to you. No more convenience, this is the genuine article." "Yes, darling. I know it is, now." Sam gently stroked her face. "I want to be one with you in every way; in fact I *know* it's going to happen. Everything I'd ever hoped for...." He kissed her again. "Me too, Sam. Both of us, together." He smiled with delight. "My hands are shaking." "You should feel the butterflies in my stomach." Sam gently dropped his hands to her shoulders, then tenderly covered her breasts, before reaching her waist. "Inside, darling....please." They went inside, towards Melissa's bedroom. ***************************************************************** ************** Again, apologies. Just take it from me that the loving was wonderful. Al and Tina had made it as far as his condo over the last couple of days and finally shared his bed for a whole night. He woke up in her arms on the following morning as he always had, his head resting with tender possessiveness on her breasts. Al kissed her, then smiled up at her radiant face. "See, I told you I'd make up the difference." Tina giggled gently and blew in his ear. "Yes, but you didn't warn me about the compound interest, bello." "While we're thinking about what might be loosely termed fiscal matters, I have a plan to put to you involving a flight down to Rio and a piece of paper and a long weekend in a penthouse suite. How would such an arrangement strike you?" "Al, are you trying to propose to me?" Al's eyes glinted. "I'd thought you'd never ask! I accept. You'll have to do the decent thing now you've had your wicked way with me...and so many times too." Tina laughed and giggled some more. "If there's one thing you've shown me, darling, it's that laughter is highly seductive. I'd always thought that it might be, but I'd never come across a man with so many ways to get me helpless...and not just with laughter either. I've never been loved so much in my life before." "Hey, it works both ways. I've never had a woman chase me so determinedly for more until you. It's just as I knew it would be. We're a perfect match. I'll ask Sam to be my best man....I'm sure he'll say yes." "What about the project? If all four of us go, will it be okay?" "We'll sort something out, don't you worry." Sam and Melissa had shared her shower first thing that morning and were now padding around her condo, munching breakfast and nuzzling each other gently. After they'd eaten enough, Sam sat on Melissa's couch and refastened her spare navy towelling robe around himself as he drank his coffee. Melissa came and sat beside him and they cuddled tenderly in silence until the phone rang. "Dammit! I suppose we'd better answer it." Sam reached over, "Of course, it could be for you." Melissa took the handset. "Yes? Al! Um.....well, at the moment...." Sam chuckled. "You're busy." Melissa laughed softly down the phone. "Yes, that *is* Sam you can hear. Well, I should think you could figure out why he's here." She looked up at Sam,"He wants to speak to you.....says it won't take long." "It'd better not. Hi yourself. Yes, I know I broke into your 'honeymoon' too. You ARE? Al, I'm so glad. You bet I'll be your best man! Uh-huh. Sounds wonderful. Let me see.....if I go in and get Ziggy to do a complete internal overhaul, that'll take four, maybe five days. She won't want monitoring while she does that, remember the last time. She *made* us all go away. This time it's even more necessary because the government and the world's media are going to be parked on our doorstep soon all clamouring to be let in. We could do with a break before that happens. Okay. Right, you book the hotel.....I guess you'll want the penthouse suite. I'll take the next best they've got. Don't forget to drop the word 'honeymoon' around. Okay, you can have the caviare, you're welcome to it, and I'll have the champagne!!" Sam hung up the phone and explained the details to Melissa, who smiled and kissed him. "Do you think Tina might want a bridesmaid? I'd have made her mine....maybe Sammy-Jo too, if circumstances had been different." Sam smiled gently. "We could always have a re-run....a blessing or something and invite everybody." Melissa considered the proposition. "I think I've already been blessed. It's not necessary, Sam. When are we going?" "Well, Al has laid in flight plans for later this afternoon. It'll take me an hour, tops to deal with Ziggy and reduce the project to a skeleton crew....they all deserve a break. The few who stay now can have one later. How long do you need to pack for four days?" "Maybe half an hour, no longer." "Yes, about the same here. That's two hours accounted for, but there are loads between now and four o'clock." He gently slid his hands under her robe,"Can you think of something nice we could do in the meantime?" Melissa moved gently and sat astride Sam as he lay on the couch. "I think I can, Sam." His smile widened into one of joy and tenderness. "Then let me start with a long, sweet kiss....and see where we go from there." "I love your kisses, Sam." He reached up one hand to stroke her face. "So give me your lips and don't take them away, my sweet Rose." "They're all yours, now and forever.....Findhorn." Sam paused in the middle of caressing her. "Why *that* name?" "Because you are like the questing beast; my own one whom I have been searching for, and the only one I know of that is magical enough is the unicorn who is bound with the maiden in a life-long bond and sings in her lap. The only male one I can name is Findhorn, although the story is bittersweet and ours is all sunshine." Sam's eyes glowed with love and his hands began to move over her again. "Come here and please let me kiss you. I want to kiss you for the longest time...." Melissa came nearer, demonstrating how much she had already responded to his love-making. She took his face in her hands. "I'm all yours, darling." The two couples duly got on board the plane just before four that afternoon. Project Quantum Leap lay almost deserted behind them with just the security guards on patrol around the perimeter fence and deep inside the ground. Everyone else had cashed in on the unexpected holiday and gone to see friends or loved ones. Sammy-Jo had taken little Albert for his first trip to the seaside and Verbeena had gone to stay with her fiancee. Sam turned to Melissa during the flight. "I know almost all there is to know about my daughter's life, but I still don't know who the father of her child is. Is it private, or was she...." He hesitated over the word 'raped'. Melissa understood. "It *is* private. She told me once.....perhaps you'd better not know that you know. She was nearly thirty, single and lonely. Al apparently twisted her arm to go on a long Caribbean cruise. Anyway, in the heady atmosphere of sun, moonlit nights and somewhat removed from reality, she met someone. She wouldn't tell me his name. They were both free and looking for romance and it happened. Apparently it was intense, mutual and overwhelming. She knows that she'll probably never know anything like it again. He asked her to marry him and everything. She came home, found to her delight that she was going to have his child, then she heard that he was killed in Afghanistan. She named the child after Al, she says, because he was there at little Albert's birth, but I wonder sometimes if her lover was an Albert too. It would make sense." Sam nodded and put his arm more tightly around her as the plane descended. "I don't like landings, especially when the aircraft banks." Melissa put her hand on his. "And I don't like taking off, so we're about even." Sam grinned. "So that's why you had your hand on my knee. And I thought it was just my natural charm." Melissa laughed. "That too, husband mine!" Al had certainly provided everything at the other end. A sleek limousine whisked them to the hotel where the local minister was waiting. Sam went up with Al while Tina changed into her peach satin wedding dress and Melissa into a longer blue velvet gown. "Thanks for everything, Sam. If you hadn't Leaped, I wouldn't have had my marriage with Beth and my four little princesses. And if I hadn't had to come on in there after you, I might never have realised that I was head over heels in love with Tina." Sam smiled. "It looked like good old fashioned Calavicci desire to me. I'm sorry I was so rough on you." Al chuckled. "Sam, it was more than desire. It was full-blown lust, plain and simple...still is, but there's more to it than that. I wanted her so much it was overwhelming, but then I began to ask myself why....and pretty soon I knew. She is truly the other half of me. It was like putting iron filings next to a magnet. I couldn't stop it any more than I could stop an avalanche." Sam looked Al in the eyes. "I know," he said softly,"Me too....or, rather 'us too', although I think that's bad grammar. I wouldn't describe it quite like you do, but the overwhelming stuff is spot on, as is the fact that Melissa is the other half of *me*." Al grinned. "A double honeymoon.....near enough. Do you know your room has a jacuzzi? Ours has one too *and* it's own sauna. I've never tried....*that* in a sauna before...." Sam nudged Al. "Stop it, you'll make the minister suspicious." "Yeah, and jealous! Okay, I'll behave!" Sam and Melissa were dancing slowly together after the wedding was over. Al and Tina were also doing something that was half-way between a dance and a slow, teasing seduction off in the corner of the small hotel lounge. Melissa looked over at the other couple. "We're going to lose them soon....either that or they'll cause a scandal!" Sam smiled wryly. "I do hope it's the former." Melissa put her arms around Sam's neck. "Well, you know what often happens between the best man and the bridesmaid." "Yes, I had heard. And this bridesmaid has already affected the best man by her presence." Melissa smiled. "The best man ought to know that she thinks he's absolutely wonderful and irresistible." "Likewise. But this best man has already had several overwhelmingly passionate encounters with the bridesmaid in advance over the last twenty four hours or so and wants to take things slowly.....maybe wait a while." Melissa kissed Sam softly. "That's okay. I've heard there's a jacuzzi in our suite. Why don't we go and indulge for a while and I can give you a massage if you like." "Okay....we can take the complimentary champagne over and have a good long soak. Maybe I'll massage you in return, then we can sink into that nice double bed all rested and refreshed." Melissa held him closer. "Wonderful. The next four days are going to be absolutely idyllic." In the end it took them longer to reach the bed than Sam had anticipated because the jacuzzi proved to be both relaxing and arousing at the same time. They made love slowly, taking their time, surrounded by the hot bubbling water at first, then finishing on the soft white towels by the side of the jacuzzi. The gentle mutual massage session was delayed by mutual consent until the next morning after breakfast. Al, meanwhile, once he and Tina finally reached the penthouse suite, stopped long enough to present his new wife with a small gift-wrapped parcel. Tina's eyebrows rose in surprise, but she opened the gift. Then she giggled. the contents were a tiny wisp of lace and silk masquerading as a pair of underpants and a narrow sequinned piece that needed to be about twice as deep to qualify as a seventies style boob tube. "Al! I'll never get into *those*!" Al's eyes glinted. "You could try...." Tina dipped into her satin purse and put something into Al's hand. Al grinned widely. "You know, I was rather jealous of Sam when he got all those women touching him when he was trying to be Rod the bod." Tina smiled seductively. "With these two outfits we could restart a whole new craze for disco dancing." Al pulled Tina close to him and delivered one of his killer kisses. "Mmmmm, you...me and Barry White on the stereo. 'Gonna lurve you all night long....'" Tina giggled again as she started on his shirt. "I've got a double C.D. full of all that sort of thing...and the uptempo stuff too." "Then put it on and then we can start a whole new redefinition of The Hustle."