“shes the most gentle Taurus ive ever seen” he thought to himself one cloudy Saturday. He hadn’t slept, it still felt like Friday, like the cusp of something new. Sitting in the passenger seat of her car she bit his ear and then waltzed into the drugstore. She knew he was watching. a yoga mat rolled up under his feet, a size 409 burton board from last year, a can of gingerale. New music she left blaring for him. New subtleties he hoped would only be the first. And a new twinge of excitement that started in his left heel and spread up to the whisper muscles of his throat. Yet something smelled so familiar…