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Tantalizing tingles still haunt my spine and chest when I think of
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meeting her again. I could still meet Leslie again. She only lives
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fifteen minutes away. The fantasy of that has always brought
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those fantastic feelings back.
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Leslie was, and still is, a very wonderful woman with whom I had a
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relationship many years ago. Needless to say our needs were
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different then. She moved away temporarily, then came back
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happily married. The spark she had in her eyes and in her life lit a
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flame still glows strongly in my heart.
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I should have the courage just to call her and say "Hi!", but I haven't
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*yet* mustered that strength. I could probably handle it better if we
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would just run into each other on the street....
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Our eyes meet in instant recognition, a lot of disbelief, and our
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hearts would smile. We would talk for a little bit, trying to catch up
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on many years of missing moments of time, trying to figure out what
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to do with the now-dancing flames.
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Realizing that we didn't have the time for this unplanned reunion, we
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make a date to meet for a bite later. "Where" seems to be the crisis
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for me now. A public, neutral place would be good for this. That
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way I could control my "sweep-her-off-her-feet" urge. I always did
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stupid things whenever I got into that frame of mind, anyway.
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McDonalds seemed like a nice, safe place. We used to go to the
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one on campus all the time. Of course, she never liked the Golden
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Arches. She would always just order a hamburger and pick at the
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bread.
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"Not McDonalds," we agree nervously. She would say then "Well,
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how about coming over?"
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I try to control the nervous-joyous excitement that weakens my
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knees and flutters my fingers. I guess I should ask for her
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address, even though I know *exactly* where she lives (smile). I'd
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get her address and appear at her house at the appointed time.
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She appears at the door with her wide, warm smile and sparkling
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blue eyes. She has always reminded me of Spring with her baby-
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fine blonde hair cut a cool short length as usual.
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I re-record her image in my mind. It still matches my memories that
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I have kept alive so long. Her eyes are still level with mine (tall) and
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she still wears the knit shirts that she loved so much before.
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Barefoot at the bottom of long legs always went well with the
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stripped white and red knit shirt. I wonder how she can always stay
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so thin. She must still be on her health-food kick.- nothing fattening
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to eat.
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She hugs me around the neck and kisses me (melt), and invites me
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in, bouncing as usual. We sit on the couch, and I wonder if she is
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as nervous/excited as I.
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I know she is. Just as she sits she bounces back up and asks me
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if I want some tea. I hate tea. Unless it is iced. "It's camomile ice
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tea," she says with pride.
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My request for a Diet Pepsi is met with a wince in her face. "OK," I
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try to beg off, "How about water?"
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"Fine," she says as she exits to the kitchen. No, I won't follow her.
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She'll be back. I feel like this is a dream that I am going to wake up
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from, everything stopping abruptly. Just come back.
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She comes back and sits on her leg next to me on the couch..I am
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having difficulty believing reality - I am actually here. I take the
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water and kiss her on the forehead, her bangs tickling my
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nose..She blushes and kisses me back on the lips.
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This ends up in a series of hugs and kisses..My hands slowly
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record every inch of her back. Our hearts touch again. Our chests
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press against each other..I feel her breathing heavily on top of my
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heart racing.
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Her kisses become more determined. We stare into each other's
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eyes and kiss a few times lightly, my hands around the small of her
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waist.
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Leslie abruptly stands up.and leads me up the walnut and oak
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staircase. Why I notice the restoration work on this old house I'll
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never know, but she pulls me after her onto the bed. We lay on the
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bed and hold each other securely close. She removes my tie
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mumbling something lightly about "too stuffy"..I let her unbuttons
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my shirt, thinking that maybe the reason she always wore knit
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shirts is that there were no buttons for me.
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My hand goes under her shirt and feels the ridges in her back. No
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bra, I notice. She takes my shirt off and rolls me over. I run my
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hands up her sides, my fingers arched so they run the ridges of her
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ribs. She winces in tickle pain and tickles me back.
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"Truce!!!" I holler and plead.
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I drop her suspenders and pull her shirt over her head. We hold
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each other closely, feeling our warmth travel between us. She tugs
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at my pants, and I of course help, as she helps with hers, too.
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For the next two hours we make love....
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Slowly, gently....
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For the first time....
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Like this may be the last time...
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Finally letting our hearts touch and melt together.
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