�����"Here we are!" I said walking over to the concrete picnic table.

�����"This place..." Becky said rapt in memories, "It's been years." Becky walked over to the barbecue grill, "This is the one we cooked on."

�����"That's the one," I said, "L.S.28: Our spot!"

�����L.S.28 stood for Lower Sabino site #28. �It was a concrete picnic table and bench which sat cuddled in a semi-circle of creosote bushes and just under the arms of a mesquite tree which gave shade to the rough and warming concrete. �"L.S.28" was deeply carved into the concrete construction at the bottom portion of the table.
�����A black, crusty, metal barbecue grill stood in the sun just off to the left - It was here, several years ago in late February, on a morning when the cold night's rain tramsformed into a surprisingly warm spring like day, Becky and I cooked eggs and hot-dogs on an impromptu outing here, while we cooled a two liter bottle of Coca-Cola in the ice water stream that ran behind the bushes beside us.

�����We had sat holding each other on this very bench; Becky on my lap and in my arms, being lulled to sleep by the rushing streams behind us, my head resting on her chest listening to her heartbeat, as she rested her head against the top of mine and her arms embracing me. �It was at that point that I knew what it was like having Heaven here on earth. �I was in love with Becky, soul deep.
�����L.S.28 became "our spot" in Sabino Canyon, a little niche away from the rest of the world, which we shared when we were a couple, years ago.
�����Things hadn't changed much in the intervening years. �The water still flowed through Sabino Canyon; L.S.28 was still there; Becky was still as beautiful as ever, and I was still in love with her. �All was the same... except, she was married; and although I wasn't, I had kids.
�����Becky walked to the far side of the bench, while I sat down on the table's top.
�����Becky was so beautiful, her lips inviting
- and as we chatted, this feeling grew of how much I wanted to kiss her and hold her once again in my arms. �I wanted so much to ask her for a kiss; but how do you ask a married woman for a kiss?

�����"You are so beautiful." Was all I said.

�����"Can I kiss you?" Becky asked.

�����The question took me by surprise; Becky had caught what I had been stumbling on in my mind and lobbed it straight at me!

�����"I was just about to ask you the very same thing." I said.

�����I got off the table and stood between the table and bench, as Becky came over to me; and suddenly Becky enveloped my senses. �Her lips became my entire world. �She was once again in my arms, and we became whole by our giving of each other to each other. �It was like I had been a desloate planet adrift in the dark emptiness of space and Becky had just become my sun; The fires of her soul burned inside me and gave me life and made me whole. �It was as if the reason for my journey through this life of darkness was simply to find her, to find the light and the warmth of her love.
�����The embodiment of pure beauty is Becky; and I was completely immersed in that purity, beauty and love, that it was as close as anyone can get to being in the presence of God... all there in the arms of my Becky. �I was lost in nirvana.
�����My hands found a wonderment of sensations in each strand of Becky's hair that I touched. �Her hair was full and beautiful, and I was as much lost in the brown-amber of her hair as I was lost in the taste and touch of her lips on mine.
�����I leaned back on the top of the concrete table, and we found the support of an old lost friend that we had known so many years before. �It was an incredible feeling to have Becky, her tenderness and love, before me once again in my arms. �It was like the first time we had kissed, so many years ago; we couldn't stop, and each new kiss was like the first, and led to another, and another, and another...
�����I tilted to the side and Becky shifted onto her back. �I felt the wonderful softness of her hips pressed into mine as we continued kissing. �Becky held me tight in her embrace, and my hand found Becky's hip, which I started to both caress and massage as our mouths explored each other.
�����Becky broke our kiss, turning her head so that her lips lingered at my ear, her breath hot and quick; and my lips slowly explored Becky's neck just below her ear, kissing further down her neck which she presented to me like a free gift of love.

�����"We had better stop," Beck said softly, "People may come by here." �And once again our lips greeted each other with intense passion.
�We continued to kiss, not wanting to stop.

�����They say that when lovers... love... their souls combine, their fires burn together as one and their energy together is greater than the one by its self, and separating takes effort, for there's a natural tenancy to preserve that fire of love.
�����And it's true. �We were soulmates. �Tearing away from Becky was hard and pulled me back into myself, making me aware of my own quick rate of breath; but she was right.
�����We gazed at each other, I brushed back a portion of her hair and found myself musing over how beautiful Becky really is, even her hair was ravishing, and I caught myself wondering what wistful thoughts beleaguered behind her pensive blue eyes, as she gazed at me. �Becky's lips met mine for another couple of lingering and playful kisses.

�����"I love you, Becky." I said, "So very much."

�����Then suddenly, a vivid flash of memory struck me like lightning.
�����"Come on!" I said, helping Becky up, "I know a place."
�����I took Becky's hand and led the way from L.S.28.

�����"Where are we going?" �Becky asked as she followed me upstream.