Their lives intertwined like two Wisterias. Their strength and beauty magnified and exaggerated by one another. To separate them was difficult at best. As the next couple of weeks went by, Karen arranged a couple of buys that Soren took care of. Their days seemingly filled with each other as they spent lazy days making love and napping. The warm afternoon breeze served as their wake up call to fix dinner and converse out on the opulent patio. Cal was slowly teaching Karen how to cook. He would politely choke down over-salted sauces, and gravies far more dangerous that any weapons Karen could ever sell! One day, Karen got a call that broke up their mini vacation. It seemed their days of lounging by the pool, and on one another, would be cut short. She answered the call with a forlorn look. As she sat at the dining room table, she adjusted her sarong wrap. Her tan bikini top held Cal's attention as he made them Caesar salads. “So, what you're telling me is that we need to take care of it before it gets out of hand?”
