"Giver…" Jonas asked laying face down on the couch. "Can you give me a happy memory? One of your happiest memories?"
The Giver and smiled and, rubbing his belly, answer, "Sit on my lap. I'm Santa Clause, and you're my Ho Ho Ho!" The Giver patted his lap multiple times, but Jonas stayed on the couch. "Okay, I'll give you my happiest memory."
Jonas took off his tunic and set it down on a table beside him. He then lay down on the couch face down and waited. But the Giver just rubbed his back and began to moan. "Ooh…you've been very naughty haven't you…?" The Giver mumbled to himself.
Jonas sat back up. "Giver, what were you doing?" He asked, confused. The Giver looked discombobulated, and basically said, "Lay down."
Jonas was transported to a room with a bed on the far wall. There were pictures, and a box that showed people talking and laughing about things. A man and a woman were lying in the bed, talking and smiling at each other. "I love you, Garret." The woman said to the man, apparently named Garret.
Love was an emotion the Jonas and heard of and felt while in another dream. He smiled as he remembered the thought, the warm feelings of the room and all the people caring about each other. He continued to smile as the people began to speak. "And I love you, Rose."
The two smiled again and got close to each other. They looked at each other, and their lips met. A word popped into his mind as if he had a concussion and thoughts were coming back to him. Kiss. The man and the woman were kissing each other. It was a way to show love to people.
They began to take each other's clothes off. No one was allowed to look at someone's nakedness, but Jonas could not look away. The woman pulled away and asked, "Do you have protection?" Garret walked up to a dresser and pulled out a box, and, taking a packet out, and throwing it on the floor. Garret got back in the bed, and put the "protection" on.
Moans, groans, and them asking each other not to stop followed the next thirty minutes. The noises died down soon after, and they continued to hug each other until falling asleep.
Jonas smelled the room and got up. "Giver?" Jonas asked, looking at the old man, "What was that?"
The Giver smiled and said, "Sex. One of my favorites memories. Oh…it brings me back…" Jonas half smiled. He asked the Giver where he got it from, and the Giver just smiled and said it came from back and back and back.
And that is how Jonas fell in love with Fiona.