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(Mind you this is a paraphrase and although liberties for artistic expression have been taken, I have done the best to keep the context, meanings, and ultimate outcomes genuine to actual events)

Friday night and my two oldest children had agreed to take their two younger brothers out for pizza and a movie, so I invited a young lady I have been talking to and taken out on a few dates already to my house for a home cooked meal.  I met Miss K at the local church I have been attending.  Miss K is my youngest son’s Sunday School Teacher.  Miss K is twenty years my younger.  So, although we had been to lunch together, gone to a matinee together, and been out for dinner together; Miss K had not yet been to our house and the only capacity my small children know of Miss K is that of a Sunday school teacher.  However, with the help of my adult sons Friday night was a chance to expose my new interest to how I live without compromising discretion.

I decided to grill salmon with ginger sesame glazed asparagus, and jasmine rice… and a pleasant table set out back centered by gifts from my backyard floral garden in the screened-in patio.  It was a little warm, but with a lite breeze in the shade it was pleasant.  Miss K is a devout Christian woman, strong in her faith.  Though not very big in stature, the size of her spirit/soul is huge, and the beauty that glows inside her truly outmatches the beautiful face and womanly shape God gave Miss K.  Our first date was made when I said I wished I had met a woman like her 20 years ago… she said she was glad she had met a man like me now.

Being strong in her faith, the temptations of flesh befalling me were clearly impossibilities of not the miraculous kind but of the most wicked and depraved, and I wasn’t about to allow myself the consideration of such possibilities becoming reality.  But I am a man… she is a beautiful young woman… I lapsed and made a pass that was reacted to in a manner that caught me WAY off guard.  Miss K was standing looking away from me.  I approached from behind, moving up close, and caressing her hips… a sudden spin from Miss K and slap to my face.  But it was the look and her words that was surprising, anger mixed with hurt… she said, “I might be in love with you, but that is because I think you see me for more than what other men have.  And I think you respect everything about me, to include my convictions to honor our savior Jesus Christ.”

I was stunned.  What do you say to that?  I smiled, “You are amazing.” 

We sat and started a discussion on premarital intimacy and affection… she IS a devout Christian; but through this discussion I was learning a little more of her past relationships, how they all ended pretty much the same, and her deep desire to remain virginal until marriage.  I explained a little of where I have been, what I am accustomed to, and the needs I have developed.  You can imagine where Miss K went with my point of view…

I heard the dog begin to bark inside the house and asked Miss K to excuse me.  As I approached the back sliding glass door I could see an image at the front door in the etched glass… I know that image.  Mrs T (the ex).  I opened the door and stepped out on the front porch.  Not her weekend for the kids, so…

“What’s up, T?”  She was dressed up for what I assumed was a night out.  She looked good.  She is looking good these days for a woman in her forties.

She smiled, “What are ya doing?  Can I come in?”

Wow… She is not going to do this…

“No.  No you can’t.  I have company.”

That smile of hers, want to knock her teeth out sometimes, “I saw the car.  Company?  Who?,” Mrs. T sauntered up to me… chest to chest, “that little church whore?”

I smiled, “She’s not a whore.” I smell the alcohol on her breathe.

“She going to fuck you tonight?” I felt her hands cup my nuts, “I’ll fuck you better.”

“I bet you would… you should stop, T”

Her fingers slid inside my pants, “Do you want me to stop?  I’ll blow you right here…” that smile.

(What do you think I did?)