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drawing lazy circles on her arm as I fantasize about making love to her. The other people leave. I lightly whisper, “Juliette.”
    She looks up at me through her long, dark, eyelashes. Her lips are tantalizing. They’re like magnates to my steel. I move close to kiss her. With an overwhelming need to touch her I grab her knee. I want her close, wrapped around me.
    Her mouth tastes like oysters and coffee as her tongue meets mine, though the sensation of her kiss is pure sex. I have an overwhelming desire to consume her. I could continue kissing her forever as her taste and the proximity of her body igniting my insides. My reverie is interrupted by the loud padding of little feet as it tells me kids are heading our way. Reluctantly, I release those lips just in time for the parents to show up. The dad narrows his eyes at me, as he gives me a “behave yourself in front of my kids” look. Juliette leans into me. I can feel her pulse race. Her fingers gently message my leg, which is driving me crazy. It’s not like I want her to stop, it’s just I don’t want to stand up while sporting a hard on.
    When the ferry finally docs I stand up first, giving her my hand. I thread my fingers through hers as we walk to the exit. As we wait to debark, I wrap my arms around her shoulders, pulling her close, which gives me the perfect opportunity to smell her hair again. Man, this just turns me on. Going back to holding her hand, we walk together around the fancy little Sausalito shops. Thinking about what’s next, I realize it will be dinner time when we get back to San Francisco. As we enter a gallery, Juliette looks at the artwork while I pull out my phone to search for a restaurant, make the reservations, and then set an alarm so that we don’t miss the last ferry back. After performing all my planning activities, I look around, quickly spotting Juliette with a contemplative look on her face. She’s standing in front of a large Doctor Seuss, Sam I Am illustration. Unable to keep my hands off her, I wrap them around her shoulders and pull her into my chest.
    She finally says, “You remember when that Senator filibustered against health care?” I nod my head as she continues. “During the filibuster he read his kids Green Eggs and Ham . I never got that. He went to Princeton and Harvard, how could he have failed to get the point of the book was to open up, to try and give something new a chance.”
    I chuckle, as I’m surprised by what she thinks about, “I thought the point of the book was the power of perseverance in the face of stubborn resistance.”
    She counters, “Even so, that wouldn’t have supported his argument since it’s all based on the point of view who’s being stubborn and who’s persevering? Wouldn’t he have done better if he had read Horton Hears a Who ? That’s about those in power listening to the powerless.”
    I think about it, and nod, “Didn’t that happen a while ago?”
    She breathes in hard before continuing, “Yeah, but it drives me crazy when someone uses the wrong analogy. Now, every time I look at Green Eggs and Ham I think of that guy.”
    I chuckle again as I start to get her, “Like Irony instead of, what did you say—oxymoron?”
    With a happy laugh she responds, “So, was I wrong or was I just extending a concept? Don’t oxymoron words mean the opposite while ironic is the opposite of what you expect? So, oxymoron would be a sign on that steep mountain that says easy grade, while ironic would be a guy who rides his bike to the top and then smokes a cigarette. Does the English language have a word that means conflicting activities?”
    “I think we have two words, conflicting and activities,” I respond.
    She nods, “In grad school I had a friend from Germany. Her English vocabulary was amazing. She always complained that her vocabulary was limited. We were running up at the Dish during sunrise; she looked at the Santa Cruz hills, pointed and said, ‘In German we have a