Rico was enjoying just sitting there at the breakfast bar running his hand thru her hair and down her back while she ate.  He was almost regretting the way that he had treated her earlier, but would never let her know that.  She seemed to be this secret treasure that he was going to need to treasure at all costs.<br/><br/>“Well I imagine that given time she would be treasured and given anything that she might want.”  Rico said as he leaned his head on her shoulder, “I just wonder how long she will put up with his mood swings.”<br/><br/>Rico watched her finish her food before he was going to tell her his story.  He thought she would at least appreciate that fact because parts of the story were pretty nasty and he would assume that she would not want to be eating.  Once she was done he grabbed her hand, “Just leave the dishes, Alice will get it.”  He said as he led her back to the bedroom.  He was still sort of tired.<br/><br/>Rico laid down on the bed and brought Marissa with him placing her head on his lap while he leaned against the back of the bed.  “Well where shall I start?”  Rico said thinking out loud as he started running his fingers down her hair while he talked.  He loved the feel of her hair because it was a soft as silk and he could play with her hair forever.  “Well I guess the best place to start would be the beginning.”  Rico stated, “I was born in Athens, Greece on a cold raining night on March 10, 1214.  I don’t really remember much about my parents other than the fact my father left my mother when I was about 10 or 11.”  Rico was going on.<br/><br/>He had actually got lost in the story that he was telling her.  He leaned his head against the wall closing his eyes still running his fingers thru her hair.  “When I was 12 I went out looking for odd jobs trying to help my mother earn a little, if anything it was at least for table scraps.”  He sighed, “I mean back in the 1200 it was nothing like today finding a job, I mean I was chopping wood, building things with my bare hands.”<br/><br/>Rico decided to let a little of what he had already told her sink in.  He knew she had asked a whole lot of questions and he would get to her answers soon enough.  The best way to tell a good story was always to start at the beginning.