It was late at night, or early in the morning, however you wish to look at it, slightly foggy, chilly, yet warm, and an over starry sky. A scent of morning dew filled the air. ’Twas late spring, June 5th to be exact. The streets of this fairly big city were dimmed to a rather rare dimness that really sends the blackness to a beauty that gets taken advantage of all too often. She replied almost instantaneously, “What do you want?” “What, my love?” he wondered. “Before I tell you, you have to promise you will do it one day for me because it might sound weird. Do you promise you will do it?”