For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for September 03, 2000

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Noise: Ticka tappita tap tick tick tapp.. tappity tap tap tappity tap... Michael (typing): Her hand in his felt small, cool, delicate. He had forgotten her touch and how it had affected him... He pulled her to him, gently. Their embrace was spontaneous and natural. They melted together into the warmth of it. Deanna: Would you like a cup of tea, Michael? Michael: Sure, thanks. (typing) Eyes closed, he buried his face in her hair. Peaches...it smelled like peaches... "It's been a long time," she said. Deanna: Here. Michael: Thanks. (typing) Her head was tilted back now. Her full lips parted. They kissed. Deanna: Tsk, writers! Well, Mike - I gotta go. Michael: Really? Why?!! Deanna: When you said you wanted to spend a romantic weekend... I thought it would be with me!