We seemed to talk at once. I said “Hello, thanks for the roses and I love the
car”. You saying, “Hi there, glad you got my note and were able to meet me on
such short notice”.
You looked even better than I remembered. You had removed your jacket and
loosened your tie. After I was safely strapped in the seat you casually
reached over and took my hand and kissed the back of it. Again I saw that
killer smile of yours and thought I must be dreaming to think this man is not
heavily involved with several ladies already.
Born and raised on a farm in a small West Virginia town, I certainly
was not prepared for the fantastic things that have happened to me in the
I was a virgin when I married Duane right out of high school. We were
everybody’s “perfect couple” – he played football, and I was a cheerleader.
Duane worked hard for a lot of years, and, last year, got the “big”
promotion and was transferred to Baltimore. We had to leave our little
town for the first time in our lives. It was very scary, but our minister
gave us an introduction letter to a church just outside of Baltimore, and
the people at our new church were the greatest – making us feel at home,
helping us settle in, etc.
As you can guess, I was the dumb little country girl in the big city
for the first time – I had never been exposed to all the sex and violence
and four-letter words in the “outside” world. Duane and I were about even
in the sex department, and I didn’t believe people could do the things to
each other that I have recently discovered they do.