I’m sitting on the couch reading when she sits down next to me.  The smell of her perfume ignites a stream of images in my head taking me back to the first time I saw her. I can taste the wine on her lips after our second date. The story I’m reading gets lost in the flood of sensations. My eyes continue to scan the lines of text trying to find the beat of the story again. She swings her legs onto the couch resting her bac...