Thanks again everyone. I can always count on you for kind comments and many laughs. 
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I don't get it either... can I rake my hand through his hair?!
And I like your way of thinking... time off for dates with great looking, considerate guys. By the way, can you arrange my life for me? "Course, you'd have to come up with a great looking considerate guy, but don't let that stop you!
Tina
Tina, I would love to be able to do that, but if I knew how I would have found myself one of those by now too. 
Well, here's Bobby and Tara's date. I figured I might as well post them all the same day, since they all happen the same evening. 
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Bobby and Tara's Date - Evening"I love this place." Tara looked around fondly at the small restaurant they had recently begun frequenting. There were murals on all of the walls depicting scenery from different countries. You could travel the world in this one small buildling. It was a fun place that fit both Bobby and Tara's personalities well.
They had become fast friends with the owner, Vincenzo, and his wife, Anna, both Italian immigrants. In honour of their special night, Vincenzo had reserved the couple a cozy table for two in front of the backdrop of his beloved Italy.
Tara and Bobby laughed as the excited man set two plates of pasta in front of them and proudly told them to "Mangia, mangia!" before hurrying off to take care of his next customers.
As they ate, Tara couldn't help but notice that Bobby was rather somber, lost in his own thoughts. She ventured to break through to wherever he had gone in his mind. "Is there something wrong?" she asked with a tilt of her head.
"Huh? Oh, nah. Nothing wrong," he said with more conviction than he felt and gave her a dimpled smiled.
Drongo, he thought to himself as he decided that this was not the right time to bring up what he knew he had to tell her.
She accepted his answer with a smile and a nod. His smile hadn't reached his eyes; it didn't escape her notice. Something was wrong, she could feel it, but decided to wait for him to tell her rather than pushing him.
"I've, uh, got something for you," Bobby said, setting the small gift-wrapped box on the table.
"Bobby," Tara admonished him. "We said no gifts."
He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I know, but I went shopping with Jack and this just seemed right for you."
"You went shopping with Jack?" She gave him a skeptical look, knowing how he felt about shopping.
Bobby laughed; this time the smile reached his eyes. "Long story. Open it." He pushed the box toward her.
She took it in her hands, quickly freeing the box from its wrapping. "They're beautiful Bobby." Tara's eyes glimmered as she lifted the silver earrings out of the box. "I love them."
"Ah, Roberto buy this gift for beautiful signora, no?" Vincenzo said in his heavy Italian accent as he brought them more wine. "I think he deserve a kiss, no?" he teased Tara, making a kissing gesture to get his point across.
"Ah, Vincenzo, you are one brilliant man." Bobby patted the older man on the back and turned back to his date with a cheeky grin.
Tara laughed. "He deserves a kiss, yes," she answered, leaning across the table and laying a tender kiss on the Australian's lips. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Anytime luv."
"Ah, that's nice." Vincenzo grinned happily.
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"Do you feel up for a walk, luv? There's something I need to talk to you about," Bobby said as they entered the park across from the restaurant.
Tara nodded, thankful that he was finally going to get whatever was bothering him off his chest. Threading her fingers through his, she leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked.
"Tara, you know how much I love you, don't you?" Bobby stopped walking and turned to her. Even with the pale lamplight, she could see the pain in his eyes and her breath caught in her throat.
"Of course," she whispered.
"And you know that the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you." He swallowed the lump forming in his throat as she silently nodded. "Well luv, there's something I haven't told you about myself. It's not something I'm proud of and I should have told you sooner." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I have a gambling addiction. It's, um, it's why I'm always busy Sunday evenings; I attend meetings for it." He watched as her eyes went wide and began to glisten with unshed tears. He closed his eyes as she turned and took a few steps away, staring out into the night.
"Tara, it was a long time ago. I was free from it for over nine years. Then a couple of years ago, with the Marino case, I started slipping again, but I've been going to meetings ever since and I swear I haven't gambled since then. I'm sorry for not telling you." He closed his eyes again, letting a single tear escape down his cheek.
He'd blown it. He could feel the moment he'd been dreading closing in, suffocating him. Tara nodded, still facing away from Bobby, trying to control her thoughts.
Things were starting to fall into place for her as she silently listened. Taking a deep breath, she turned around to face the broken man. "Do they ever let you bring anyone to these meetings?"
Bobby's furrowed brow showed surprise and confusion. He nodded slightly. "First Sunday of every month, we're allowed to bring a supporter."
Tara nodded. "I'd like to go with you then."
"What?"
"I love you Bobby Manning and I'd like to go with you. If that's okay with you," she added, giving him a small smile.
"Ok?" he cried, closing the distance between them. "Oh Tara, I love you so much." He wrapped her in a tight embrace, still in disbelief at being so blessed with this wonderful and supportive woman. "Does this mean we're okay?"
Tara placed a soft kiss on his lips. "As long as we're together, we'll always be okay Koala boy."
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