“It’s just …… weird.” He said meeting her eyes “and believe me, I’ve always been ok with weird. Always at home with crazy. Hell I live in New York City. But this? This is weird, I mean it’s just a story…. A simple story at that. Sure, I more often then not check my manhood at the door, but really it shouldn’t be affecting me so.” He said honestly confusion overwhelming him. Why was he talking to this woman so bluntly? He usually kept thing pretty close to the chest. But this woman. He wanted to open up to her. Laughter, rolling around in the grass, Little Iacchus! She called him as he ran round not wanting him to run to far. And he always returned a big smile on his face as she fixed the flower crown in his golden hair