Molly tried explaining it to me. Kyle tried explaining it to Ryan. Molly said I was beautiful and had a matching personality. She said I was easy to fall in love with. Kyle said  I have a tendency to fall in love/ like with guys while dating other guys and when there's a break up I jump right into another relationship. Sure when I'm treated like crap.

Alex was different. He never treated me bad. He loves me honestly and fully. He's loyal and faithful to a fault and never lies. He's got money and an education; skills beyond that of men around my home land. And yet there's one thing missing. That edge to the knife, the thing that keeps me begging...

I texted Francis: "Game night. You. Me. Pool table. If you catch my drift." I didn't know that his father had his phone at the time. He took the phone out to Frank, who was mowing the lawn. "This girl rates." He said handing the phone over.

I got the story from Frank a couple days later when we were at the casino with his family. "What's that mean?" I asked him.

"It means my parents love you."

***

 



I walked up to Franks house. His house was older, his back yard held five or so cars - most of which didn't run, but all collectible. A familiar sight for me, my back yard mirrored it. His father sat on the back porch. I approached him. He was stroking a gray cat. "What a beautiful cat." I said, sitting next to him, also petting it. "Gray cats are my favorite.".

"Really? Mine too, this is Smokie." My eyes lit up. "Wow he likes you!" He said as Smokie came up and rubbed against me. "Usually he runs away." I lovingly stroked the cat. Such a beautiful and soft creature. Frank popped his head out the backdoor, asking if I was coming in. I said sure. His house was quaint. Antique fridge, antique stove, antique everything. My first thought was "cute but would need to be updated if raising children." At that moment I didn't know that I'd be with him til one in the morning on the couch. It wasn't long enough.

He's a strong man. Tall and well built. Blue eyes, Aryan, and had his sight locked on me. He's rare, and probably has an opinion about everything but has the ability to sit quietly instead of entering a debate. He stays near always keeping an eye out if I need him. I hired him as my body guard after a drunk topless friend kept hitting on me.

He's feared and respected in the group. His life is an entire mystery. No one really knows what he does. We believe he lives a life very similar to Fast and the Furious. He's conscious about his appearance and drives classic cars. He wears large gemstone rings and always has a gold chain around his neck. He was a character. And I love characters.

I also love his hand on my waist.

"All I know about Frank is he cares about his looks and likes cars, other than that he's a complete mystery. But around you he opens up and is very talkative. It's like you two always find something to talk about. And that's something I've never seen before, and I've known Frank for years." Molly said as we circled Jacks Fruit Market. I loved talking to Frank, mostly making him tell me exciting stories about his life.

("Dan told me you jumped off a second story roof to escape danger." Frank disagreed and I made a disappointed face.

"It was three stories." Frank without missing a beat. My face lit up in amazement.)

Now I jump for my phone when I get a text, and I can't wait to go to game nights and bon fires. He usually never showed up until at least 10:30pm but now he gets there while it's still light out. People are amazed and do their chant: "FRANK THE TANK! FRANK THE POPE!"

He opens a beer and sits, not by me, but just behind, ever in his watchful eye.