Good Sense to Escape

I did not know after the first chaperoned meeting if I would ever see her again. After so much water under the bridge, maybe it would have been better if I hadn't, but I had no way of knowing that then. She had just been hired by a national insurance giant to do underwriting and had to go to Florida for a month of training. By strange coincidence, she mailed me a postcard from Long Boat Key where my parents had a condo when I was young (ten years old or earlier). I hoped she would see me again on her return to Nashville. Had I known the exquisite havoc she would wreak on my life, maybe I wouldn't have wished so hard that she would return and see me. She came back and we arranged to meet at a sushi bar near my home and see a movie. The movie was First Knight perhaps emblematic of our first night alone, together. She was in a prim and proper business suit, looking like she had just emerged from a board meeting. She evidently was not over familiar with Japanese fare and chopsticks but she followed my lead and tried to use them with devastating consequences for her outfit. We had small talk about her new employment, her family-a large one, her education which made mine seem truly paltry. After the ponzu sauce bath her ensemble had, we sauntered down to the theater (it is gone too now) and intermittently watched Sean Connery and necked. At the conclusion of this late show, we found we had two of the three cars left in the parking lot. She was driving a hot, red Toyota Celica GT that reflected her red hot passion. As we prepared to part for the night-I had no expectation of sex-she asked "Is there anything I can do for you?" I had no idea if she was serious and half-joking I said, "Well, I would love a blowjob." And there between our cars in the well-lit but virtually empty parking lot that is just what she got down on her knees and gave me. Then with plaintive upturned eyes and a grey gauzy smile, she managed to mumble, "Got a napkin."