Donna - chapter three
By Rambler
A day at the races

I called Donna the next morning. I got her answering machine and left a message.
Then I went out to do some food shopping. When I returned the "Message" light was 
blinking on my machine. I pushed the button to retrieve it. There was a long pause and 
then.....  "Oh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong number"
It was Donna. 
"Smart girl!" I said to myself. I picked up the phone and called her.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hi, Donna," I said. "It's Larry. I got your - uh - message. Thank you!"
"Yes, well," she said, "after I dialed, I thought about what would happen if you weren't 
there. So I faked it, knowing you'd recognize my voice. Was that okay?"
"Perfect!" I said. "Couldn't have been better. How are you today?"
"Fine," she cooed, softly. "How are you?"
"Great!" I said. "Slept like a log!" 
"Me, too!" she said, softly. "Listen. I have to run. Got some errands to do. Will you call 
me?" she asked, in a sexy voice.
"Do you want me to?" I asked, softly.
"What do you think?" She paused. "Silly boy!"
"Okay," I said. "I'll call you as soon as I can."
"Great!" she said. "Take care of yourself, you hear?"
"I will." I answered.
"Bye, sweetie." she said.
"Bye, beautiful!" And we hung up.
But I didn't call her all that week. There was never a time when I was by myself at 
home. Even on Saturday night, when it was customary for my family to go shopping at 
a local mall, they decided to spend the evening at home. Needless to say, I was beside 
myself, wondering what was going through Donna's  mind.
I was at home Wednesday night with my daughter when the phone rang. She picked it 
up and began talking. I figured it was one of her friends. A couple of minutes later she 
called to me, "Dad! Phone!"
"Who is it?", I asked.
"It's Bob!" she answered.
"Bob who?" I asked.
"Bob, from Bob's Auto Repair," she said.  It was unusual for Bob to call me at home. I 
usually called him when I needed to get inspection or something on my cars. I figured 
something must be up with Donna. I picked up the phone. 
"Hey, Bob!" I said.
"Kid!" he said, "How are ya?"
"Good!" I answered. "What's doin'?"
"I was just talking to your daughter. She's quite a young lady," he said.
"I know," I replied. I knew he was envious of me, having just gone through a nasty 
divorce in which his ex-wife was given custody of their daughter who was the same age 
as mine. I knew he was heartbroken over it. "She's just great!" I replied.
"How's the wife?" he asked. 
"Fine," I said. "She's working tonight."
"Good," he said, quietly. "I've got to talk to you. I think it's important."
"Let me get some privacy." I said. I grabbed the portable phone, and told my daughter I 
was going down into my garage to discuss some "car stuff" with Bob. Once there, I 
activated the phone.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Saw your little friend Donna tonight." he said. "She asked for you, and she didn't 
sound too happy."
"What did she say?" I said, nervously.
"Weren't you supposed to call her?" he asked.
"Yeah, but I haven't had a chance," I answered. "Just haven't had any privacy around 
here."
"Well, you'd better do something," he said. "She was hopping mad tonight."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," he said, "every time I go to the gym, she's there. She always comes over to say 
hello, and asks how you are or if I've seen you. And, of course , I've been telling her 
that I haven't seen you so I don't know how you are. Well, tonight she came over, and I 
could tell she was a little upset when I saw her. She said that if I ever see you that just 
maybe you'll remember who she is, and maybe you'd like to call her like you promised 
you would, that is if you ever get your head out from under that stupid old car or where 
ever it is. Yeah, kid, she was a little upset!"
"Oh, my God," I said. "I'd better call her now!"
"I guess you'd better!" said Bob. "Listen, if you're looking for something to do with 
her, they're having a big drag race at the Grove Speedway this weekend. All the big 
names will be there, you know, Force, Pedregon, Yates, Bernstein, all the big names on 
the tour. I can get tickets from Mike at the speed shop. Claire and I are going, and you 
two are welcome to join us.  We're going up on Saturday. Maybe Donna would like to 
go."
"Thanks, Bob," I said. "If I can straighten this thing out I'll take you up on it. I'll call 
you back tonight as soon as I know."
"Okay, kid," he said. "Good luck!"
I hung up and dialed Donna's number. I was really scared, and sure that she would 
probably hang up on me. The phone rang, and she answered.
"Hello?" she said.
"Donna, it's Larry. Please don't hang up on me. I want to apologize for not calling you. 
It was stupid, and I promise I'll never do it again." I was rambling. "You know I want to 
call you, but I haven't had any privacy at home. I'll understand perfectly if you don't 
accept my apology, but you know that I'm hoping that you do. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. 
Please, please accept my apology."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and I was waiting to hear a click and a 
dial tone.
"Apology accepted," she said, softly.
"Thank you, Donna," I said. " I'm really..."
"It's okay," she interrupted. "I can understand what happened. How've you been, Larr?"
"Pretty good," I answered. "Except I haven't seen you. Can we get together sometime?"
"Sure," she said. "When?"
"Well, I said, "as you've probably guessed by now, I talked to Bob tonight. Yes, I 
certainly do remember who you are, and I'm out from under that stupid old Rambler, or 
whatever."
I heard her laugh on the other end. "I'll have to thank Bob the next time I see him." she 
said. "That's pretty close to what I told him," she laughed.
"How would you like to go to the drag races on Saturday?" I asked. " Might see cars go 
as fast as 300 miles per hour!"  I told her all about the championship tour, and she 
sounded excited. I agreed to keep her posted on the arrangements, and returned my call 
to Bob.
"Bob," I said, after he picked up the phone, "get the tickets. Donna wants to go."
"Great!" he said. "I'll get them tomorrow."
"Good enough!" I said.
"Kid," he said. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," I said. "What's on your mind?"
He paused. "Doesn't she scare you"? he asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Well, you know," he was stammering, "er, ah..."
"You mean the way she looks?" I asked.
"Well, yeah," he said sheepishly.
"Well, no, not really," I said. "I personally think she looks terrific. Maybe you think 
that's weird, but to me she looks great!"
"Then you're not scared of her," he said.
"Not really," I said. "Why, is there something I should know about her?"
"Well, I don't know," he said, hesitantly. 
"Well, maybe you'd better tell me about it," I said. "Does she have a mean streak in her, 
or something?"
"No, not at all," he said. "She's as docile as a puppy. Wouldn't hurt a flea. But..."
"Come on, Bob!" I said. "What is it?"
"Well, you should see her in the gym," he said. He paused.
"Come on, Bob! What's the secret!" I demanded.
"It's just that she's probably the strongest person there, male or female." he said.   
"Yeah, so?" I said.
"Larry," he continued, " you wouldn't believe how strong she is. She can outlift me 
without even trying. Even big John, who works for me. And you know how big he is."
 "Yeah, well I know she's pretty strong," I said. "You might say she gave me a little 
demonstration."
"You're kidding," he said.
"No, really," I said. "She had me over for dinner the first time we met. Then she posed 
for me. You know, showed me all of her muscles. Then she showed me just how good 
they worked. And to top it all off, she made me lift weights so I could compare myself 
to her. We even arm wrestled. Twice!"
"Oh, God!" he said. "She didn't hurt you, did she?"
"Naa!" I said. "She just put me down real gently. Didn't hurt at all!"
"So you're not afraid of her?" he asked.
"No. Intimidated? Yes," I answered. "But afraid? No. She'd never hurt me or anyone 
else. I think she knows how strong she is and she would know when she's hurting 
someone. But I don't think she'd ever put herself in that kind of a situation."
"Oh, okay..." He paused.
"What else, Bob?" I said. I felt he was holding back something.
"Well," he said, "hardly any of the guys in the gym will talk to her. I'm about the only 
one." he said.
"But you've talked to her," I said. "She's very nice. I've been with her twice, and we've 
had a lot of fun together. And to be truthful about it, I really can't wait to see her again. 
She's very nice, and like I said, I think she's gorgeous!"
"Well, good, kid," he said. "I'm glad to hear what you think about her. I'm beginning to 
see her in a different way now."
"Yeah," I said. "She's perfectly normal. Just has big muscles, that's all. But I think 
you'll see Saturday when we go out together."
"Alright, kid," he said. "See you Saturday!"
"Will do!" I answered.
I picked her up early Saturday afternoon. She was wearing a loose fitting tee shirt with a 
car silkscreened on the front, a pair of loose fitting jeans, and sneakers. The sleeves of 
her shirt came down just to the end of her big biceps, and you could see that they fit 
very tightly around them. It look as if they might even pop through the material. And 
her leg muscles strained against her jeans. She had on a wide brimmed hat to protect her 
from the sun. She looked just fantastic!
"Donna, you look terrific!" I told her as we left her apartment. Once again, my heart 
started to pound, and my manhood stiffened.
"Thank you," she said, demurely. Our eyes locked in one of our special gazes. She took 
my hand in hers and gripped it firmly. When we got into her car, she slid over right next 
to me, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. As I started to drive, she wound 
her left hand around my right forearm. I could feel her large bicep pushing against the 
back of my arm. She pulled my arm back into it, then flexed it. It felt just like a 
baseball, round and very hard. She gazed at me with those big, beautiful dark eyes and 
said ever so softly, "Like it, Larr?"
"Y-yes," I stammered. 
"Good", she whispered, her face closer to mine. "Just for you, Larr...For you."	
I could feel her hot breath in my face. We drove all the way to Bob's house this way. 
It's a wonder I didn't have an accident.
We greeted Bob and Claire when we arrived at Bob's, and we all piled into Bob's 
Camaro. Donna and I sat in the back seat. It was somewhat cramped, but we didn't 
mind. She sat on my left,  took my left hand in her right and squeezed it tightly, but not 
enough to hurt.  It was like Heaven being with her.
As we drove, we all talked. Our conversation was very animated. Donna seemed to fit 
right in, even though she was somewhat younger than the rest of us. Now everyone was 
asking questions again.
"Just ask Larry anything," she said. "He knows everything."
"Well, not quite," I answered.
"Yeah, kid," said Bob. "You know a lot!"
"But not as much as your cousin, Steve!" I said. "Now there's a guy who knows 
everything. A real trivia buff and reader."
"You're right about that," said Bob. "He reads everything and remembers just about all 
of it. It's uncanny!"
"You mean he knows more than you, Larry?" asked Donna. "That's hard to believe. 
I've never met anyone who knows as much as you, Larr."
"Bob's right," I said. "You wouldn't believe the stuff he knows."
We drove on, and Bob and I told the girls what they might see today.
"You'll probably see cars go 300 miles an hour," I told Donna. Then I whispered to her, 
"Isn't that sort of a magic number to you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, that's about as many pounds as you can lift, isn't it?" I asked.
"Sort of," she said. "Actually, I can lift more than that. But you'll see. Maybe later." she 
whispered, with a mischievous look in her eyes.
At the track, we found seats high atop the bleachers on the spectator side. We watched 
sportsman classes running at speeds of 140 miles per hour. The girls were impressed.
"Did you ever race?" Donna asked me.
"Did he ever race?" volunteered Bob. "He's got a roomful of trophies at home. How 
many do you think you have, kid?"
"Oh, about 20," I said. "But I wrapped them up and put them away many years ago. 
They got to be dust collectors. But I had fun."
"How fast did you go?" asked Donna.
"Best I ever ran was a 14.6 at 98 miles an hour," I said "Not bad for a stock Rambler."
"Were you ever scared?" she asked.
"No. It doesn't seem that fast on the big, wide race track. And besides, you have plenty 
of room to stop," I continued. "It's really quite safe."
All the while Donna and I had our eyes riveted to each other, and we held hands tightly. 
As she moved I could see her big biceps straining against the tight sleeves of her shirt. 
"Hey, Larr," said Bob, "look what's coming up." He was talking about one of my 
friends' AMC Gremlin. I was excited. He was up against a Camaro.
"Sorry, Bob," I said. "Gotta root for the Gremlin."
They did their burnouts, staged, and the lights came down. My friend pulled a slight 
holeshot out of the gate on the Camaro and was never headed. He ran a 9.4 at over 140 
miles per hour.  Needless to say I screamed as he went through the traps ahead of the 
Camaro.
"Friend of yours?" asked a spectator in back of me.
"Yes he is," I said, proudly.
"What's in it?" he asked, "Small block Chevy?"
"Not hardly," I replied. " It's corporate powered, AMC all the way."
"No kidding?" he said. "It's really quick. Never thought they were that fast."
"They are," I replied. "Would you ever admit to being beaten by one?" I asked.
"No way!" he said. "Not on your life!"
"Well, that's the way most people think about them," I said. "But they do run, and run 
fast!" Later that day, my friend eventually won his division, much to the chagrin of the 
competition.
Then it was time for the big boys. I offered Donna some earplugs, but she refused.
"I'd really like to hear the sound," she said. They were loud, and they consistently ran 
over 300 miles per hour. The girls were thrilled, and Donna and I continued to hold 
hands tightly and gaze into each other's eyes.
After the big boys ran their round, the girls decided to go to the bathroom together.
When they were out of earshot, Bob turned to me with a big grin on his face.
"Larr, I can't believe what I'm seeing!" he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I've never seen you like this, in all the years  I've known you," he said. "You two look 
like you're crazy about each other."
"Is it that obvious?" I asked.
"It is to us," he said.
"Even Claire?" I continued.
"Oh yes," he said.
"I feel like a fool!" I said.
"It's okay. You guys are really cute together," he said.
"Bob," I asked. "What in the world do you think she sees in me? I'm certainly not 
handsome or built like the guys in the gym, and I must be nearly twice her age. I can't 
figure it out!"
"Oh, that's easy!" he said. "You're one of the very few guys who'll talk to her, and you 
treat her like a real lady. That shows. And she loves it. Probably the first time in her life 
she's been treated this way. And don't kid yourself, Larr. You're still pretty good 
looking, and you're not fat or flabby like lots of guys your age. She appreciates that as a 
bodybuilder, believe it or not. And she thinks you're the smartest guy on Earth. You 
heard what she said about asking you anything. She thinks you know everything. She 
really likes you, kid. Don't sell yourself short!"
"I still don't believe this is happening to me," I said. "I don't know where it will lead, 
but I'll just keep riding it out for as long as it lasts."
"Tell me," he said, softly. "You guys been to bed yet?"
"No," I said. "And I'm not going to force it. I'm letting things take their course. I 
haven't jeopardized my marriage yet by committing adultery, if you know what I mean. 
It's still safe, just for my daughter's sake. She might be the only reason we stay 
together. But I know a lot of marriages are like that, so it doesn't bother me."
The girls returned, and the big boys ran another round, again with speeds over 300.
When they were done we all decided to go into the pits to get a closer look at the cars. 
Donna and I held hands as we walked, but I told her if I let go that I probably saw 
someone I knew, and that it might be a little compromising for me. She understood 
perfectly and agreed to do it. I especially wanted to see my friend with the Gremlin.
At one of the pit areas, one of the workers, who appeared to be the crew chief, saw the 
car on my shirt.          
 "I used to own that car." he said.
"What ever happened to it?" I asked.
" I sold it when I lost my corporate backing." he said. " I just couldn't be competitive 
without the big money. It's a shame because it was very fast. Do they have meets with 
those cars?" he asked.
"We certainly do!" I volunteered. "I can get you information on it today, if you'd like."
"Please do," he said.
We went over to see my friend with the Gremlin. I congratulated him for his first round 
win and introduced him to Bob. We talked, and he showed Bob the car. Bob was very 
impressed. Donna stayed in the background as we talked. My friend then handed me a 
flyer about our club's next drag race meet to give to the pit crew head. We then went 
back so I could give him the flyer. He said he would try and make it if his schedule 
permitted. We ate, then headed back to the bleachers for more racing. We were holding 
hands again, and my heart continued to pound. Night began to fall, and the cars were 
very exciting at night. You could see the large flames coming from their exhausts as 
they raced. Donna and I were having a wonderful time together. We were totally and 
completely wrapped up in each other. The races ended for the day, and we headed back 
to the car.  Once inside, we held hands tightly, and gazed into each other's eyes. I could 
feel the tremendous heat from her body.
As we rode home, Donna leaned her head to my shoulder and put her arm around the 
front of my waist. She yawned slightly.
"Want to take a little nap?" I asked, softly.
"Would you mind, Larry?" she said in a whisper.
"Not at all," I said. "Make yourself comfortable."
"Mmm!" she cooed softly, as she snuggled her face to my neck. Her hair was in my 
face. It was very soft and smelled of wildflowers. I nuzzled my face into it, and I gently 
laid my hand on top of her arm. I could feel its size and density, even when relaxed. We 
rode all the way back to Bob's like this. 
Bob and Claire invited us in, but Donna wanted to go home. We declined their offer, 
and headed toward Donna's car.  I opened the door for her, and as I walked around to 
the other side, I saw her slide over to my side. She also looked like she was doing 
something with her sleeves. As I opened the door she was sitting there partially facing 
me with her hands in her lap. 
"Oh, my God!.." I gasped. She had rolled her sleeves all the way up revealing her 
magnificent biceps and massive shoulders.
I slowly got in, staring at them intensely. 
She moved closer. "Like them, Larr?" she whispered in a sultry voice.
"Y--yes!" I whispered. "You.....They're beautiful!"
"Good!" she whispered back. Her face was almost touching mine. "I'm glad. They like 
you, Larr," she whispered. She lifted her right arm and flexed it in my face.
"Touch it, Larr," she said. "Come on, just touch it!"
I put my hand on it. It was rock hard and bigger than I could have ever imagined. 
"With both hands," she whispered. "Both hands!" I put both hands on it, but I couldn't 
wrap them around it. 
"See?" she cooed softly, "It likes you, Larr. It likes when you touch it. Like to touch it?"
"I--it's magnificent!" were the only words I could say.
"Wonderful!" she said. She put her right arm gently around my waist and her left arm 
around my shoulder. 
"Let's go home," she whispered, her hot breath in my face.
As we drove she would flex her arm slowly behind my neck.
"They like you, Larry," she whispered. "Really, they do. And they hope you like them!"
"Y--you know I do, Donna!" I stammered. "I love y--them!"
I was in a total state of euphoria when we arrived at Donna's.
"Want to come up for some tea?" she said, in a normal tone of voice.
"Sure!" I said. "That would be lovely!" I said, in my best British accent. "Just lovely!"
"This way, sir!" she said, mimicking my British accent. 
In her apartment, I helped her make tea. We never touched, just gazed into each other's 
eyes. I was still amazed watching her body move from task to task. Then we sat down 
on her sofa with our tea.
"A toast to a lovely time today," I said, "with a lovely person!"
"A toast to a wonderful person like you," she said.	We touched cups together and 
sipped our tea. It was very romantic.
"I had a great time today, Donna." I said. "I hope you did, too."
"Of course, I did, Larry," she said. "It was really nice."
"Did you like the cars?" I asked.
"They were great!" she said. "And so loud! They were deafening! And really fast!"
"Yeah," I said. "Saw plenty of 300 miles an hour runs today, that's for sure!"
Donna looked at me wide-eyed . "That reminds me," she said. " I almost forgot! There's 
 something I've got to show you!"
With that, she stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into her weight room. She 
went over to her weight bench and removed some weights from the bar. She lay  down 
under the bar, lifted it off its stand and pumped it several times. She got up, added some 
more weight, and again pumped it several times, vigorously inhaling and exhaling as 
she did.  Then she stood up and shook her arms vigorously. She then added more weight 
to the bar.
"That ought to do it," she said. "Here, Larry. Take a look!" she said proudly. I came 
over next to her.
"Let's count the weights," she said. I counted the weights on one side.
"Looks like 180 pounds," I said.
"Now double it," she said. "Remember, you only counted one side."
"That would make it 360 pounds," I said. "Donna, you're not going to try to lift that , 
are you!?" I asked, in amazement.
"We'll see," she said. "But I'll need a spot. Think you can do it?"
"I don't know," I answered. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt, or something!"
"You'll be just fine," she said. "You always are. Come on, Larry. You can do it!"
"I'm really nervous about this, Donna," I said. "Are you?"
"A little," she said. "But we can do this. You and me. Together. Let's do it!" she said, 
confidently.
"Okay," I said hesitantly. "Let's do it." I was really nervous; no, I was more afraid than 
nervous. Suppose I couldn't spot her? I decided to at least give it a try.
She lay down under the bar again, began sucking air in and out vigorously, and lifted 
the bar from its stand. She brought it down to her chest, still sucking air, and pushed it 
straight up over her head! She had done it!  She moved the bar down to her chest once 
again, still sucking air, and pushed it up a second time!
"Enough!" I said, and grabbed the bar.   
"Once more!" she breathed, heavily, and moved it to her chest again. With one mighty 
heave, she raised it above her head a third time!
"That's all!", she heaved, and without my spot, placed the bar back on its stand. I 
couldn't believe what I had just seen! Now I really knew how strong she was. Bob was 
right! She had to be the strongest person in the gym! She sat up and looked at me, her 
eyes wide with joy, a big smile across her face.	
"Whew!!" she said. "What do you think, Larry?"
"Bob was right!" I said. "You are the strongest person in the gym!"
"Did he say that?" she asked.
"He most certainly did!" I replied. "And he was right!"
"You know," she said, changing the subject, "I've sort of set a goal for myself."
"What is it?" I asked.
"I'd like to be able to bench press 400 pounds by the end of the year," she said. She 
picked up a 20 pound weight. "All I need is one of these on each side and I'll have done 
it!" she said.
"You can probably do it right now, Donna," I said. "No doubt in my mind!"
"Well, maybe," she said. "But you have to leave yourself a margin for error when 
you're doing something like weight lifting," she said. "Otherwise, you could really get  
hurt. That's what it's all about. Being able to do it safely and surely. I'm not quite there 
yet, but I think I can do it."
She stood up, put her arm around me, and we slowly walked back into the living room.
"I'm really proud of you, Donna. I hope you're proud of yourself, too," I said. "That 
was a tremendous thing you did in there! Just unbelievable!" 
"Thanks, Larr," she said. "I've set some other goals for myself, too."
Oh, really," I said. "What are they?" I asked, as we sat down on the sofa.
"Well, I really can't say, yet," she said. "Maybe I'll tell you later, okay?"
"Okay!" I said. And we picked up our cups and toasted each other.
"To 400 pounds!" I said, emphatically.
"To 400 pounds!" she repeated. And we took a sip of tea.
She looked at me, tilted her head, and asked me, coyly,  "Would you like me to pose for 
you again, Larry? I bought a new outfit, and like you to see me in it. I think you'll like 
it!"
"Would I?" I said. "God, yes! Please, Donna! Yes!"   
She smiled, got up and headed for the bedroom. I couldn't believe she was actually 
going to pose for me again!
She came out a few minutes later dressed in her white robe. She faced me.
"Ready?" she said, in a very sultry voice.
"R--ready," I stammered. I could only imagine what was about to happen. She turned 
her back to me, and slowly and deliberately let the robe drop to her waist.
"Oh! My God!" I gasped. She revealed her spectacularly muscled back, moving her 
massive shoulders in a sexy gyration. She turned to me and let the robe drop slowly to 
the floor. I gasped again. Her outfit was very skimpy, leaving hardly anything to the 
imagination. It was pale blue in color. There were two small triangular patches in front. 
Her small but nicely shaped breasts protruded from each side, and I could just see her 
nipples pushing up the material. It was tied behind her neck and then crisscrossed 
behind her back. There was another small triangular patch just covering her pubic area. I 
couldn't tell what was covering her derriere. She flexed her arms mightily, then her 
chest, stuck her left leg out to me, and it flexed. Her muscles danced gracefully and 
powerfully. She turned her calf and flexed it, showing its tremendous size. Then she 
turned her back to me. Her beautifully shaped, round and firm derriere was fully 
exposed, save for the g-string running up the center! I gasped again. She stood on her 
toes, flexing her calves. Each muscle was separated by a line, almost like cleavage. 
They looked even more defined, bigger and harder from this view. And her derriere 
tightened. She put her hands on her hips and flexed her back muscles, rolling them in   
sexy, sultry moves. Maybe it was just my imagination or the outfit, but her entire body 
seemed to be even larger and more defined than before! She turned around and faced 
me.
"What do you think ,Larry?  Like the outfit?" she said, almost in a whisper.
"It's lovely!" I said softly, "but what's inside of it is....,well....." I was at a loss for
 words.
"Is what?" she whispered. "Tell me. Larry," she whispered. "Tell me!" she moved 
closer to me. I was looking straight up at her face, her beautifully shaped breasts close 
to my face.
"D'you like what's inside?" she whispered. "Like me? Hmm? Tell me. Please? Can 
y'tell me?"
Suddenly she sat on me, straddling me, her massive thighs wrapped around the sides of 
my waist. She moved her face closer to me, clasped her hands behind my head, and 
pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me hard. And long. I felt her tongue pressing my 
teeth, as if she wanted me to open. I opened my mouth, and her tongue darted inside. 
She ran it all around inside my mouth. I caught the end of it with mine, and gently 
pushed it back into her mouth. I felt her wince, and she let out a little squeal. She tried 
to force her tongue back into me, but I wouldn't let her. She was breathing heavily now. 
I let her tongue back into my mouth, and we played with our tips. Then I carefully 
caught the end of her tongue and slowly and deliberately pushed it back into her mouth. 
She winced and squealed again, and I felt her hands tighten around my head. She was 
out of breath, now, and backed off.
"Your......tongue!"... she gasped, breathlessly....... "How did.......you... do..that!?"
"Do what?" I asked matter-of-factly.
"Nobody's ever......I mean... I've never...."
"What do you mean, Donna?" I questioned. She was starting to catch her breath now.
"You have the strongest tongue.......!" she stammered. "Nobody's ever pushed it back 
into my mouth! How did you do that, Larry?"
"I.. just did it!" I answered.
"Betcha can't do it again!" and her lips pressed hard to mine. I let her push her tongue 
once again into my mouth. She ran it all around inside, and I played with the tip of it 
with mine. She was delicious! Then, again I pushed it slowly back into her mouth, and 
she winced and squealed. I ran my tongue all around inside her mouth, and she followed 
mine with hers. She tried to push mine back out, but I wouldn't let her. She gripped my 
head firmly in her hands. I could feel the tremendous pressure she exerted on me. I ran 
my hands gently up and down her massive back. I could feel the the great definition and 
density of it.  She was breathing heavily once again, and I let her move my tongue back 
into my mouth. She loosened her grip on my head, and she ran her tongue all around 
inside my mouth again. She was out of breath again, and released from our kiss.
"I can't.....believe...you can..... do that!"..... she said, breathing heavily. "Your 
tongue......it's so......strong!"
"What on Earth are you talking about?" I asked. I had no idea what she meant.
"Well," she said, catching her breath, "I've always been able to control a guys tongue. I 
have a strong tongue. It comes naturally." She said. "But you! I can't control you!"     
She was almost pouting now.
"You mean we've finally found a muscle I have that's stronger than yours?" I joked.
She looked at me, and I could tell she didn't think it was very funny. I couldn't 
understand why.
"You know, Donna," I continued, "it was alright when you made me arm wrestle you, 
wasn't it? That was okay. Okay for me to be at a disadvantage. Don't you think you had 
the advantage? Just look at you! Look at the size of your muscles. They're huge! Then 
look at skinny little old me. I'm nothing compared to those monsters of yours! But that 
was okay, wasn't it?"
She was silent.
"Come on, Donna," I said, trying to console her. "It's okay. Please?"
"Well....okay," she said. "Can you give me another chance?"
"Okay".... and she locked her lips once again to mine. Her tongue darted inside my 
mouth I played with the end of it for a bit, then eased it back into her mouth. We played 
inside her mouth for a while. She wrapped her arms around my head, and I was 
completely surrounded by her massive biceps. They were pushing into my face. It was a 
wonderful feeling. I felt her tongue back inside my mouth again, and we  played, our 
tongues wound around each other. I forced her tongue back into her mouth and we 
continued to play. She was out of breath again, and released from me.
"God, Larry! You're a great kisser!" she said softly. "Anyone ever tell you that?"
"Not really," I answered. If only she knew the truth. 
"They must have!" she whispered. "You're fantastic! And your tongue!......"
"Donna, are you kidding me? You know, playing with my mind, or something?" I 
asked.
"Larry! Don't you know? You mean to tell me other girls never told you this?" she 
exclaimed.
"No!" I said, "Never. I can't believe what you're telling me!"
"Well, it's true!" she said. "Let's do it again!" And we were in another lip lock. We 
kissed until she ran out of breath, our tongues playing inside of each other. We released, 
she looked at me, leaned forward and gently hugged me. I could feel the softness of her 
breasts and the hardness of the rest of her body.  I began kissing her shoulder, then  
moved to her neck. I kissed her neck and licked it lightly with my tongue. I heard her 
give out a slight moan. I ran my mouth down the deep groove in her muscular chest, 
kissing and licking it as I went along. I kissed the exposed inner part of her small but 
nicely shaped breasts then carefully inserted my tongue under the small piece of 
material covering her left nipple and licked it. She moaned louder and hugged me to it. I 
moved over and did the same with her right breast, and she moaned and hugged me 
again. 
"They're too small," she whispered in my ear.
"They're perfect, Donna!" I whispered back.
"No. Too small," she whispered again.
"They're just right on you, Donna. Perfect!" I said.
"Y'really think so, Larry?" she asked.
"Yes, Donna. They're just right. Wouldn't want them and different on you. They're 
absolutely beautiful, just like they rest of you, Donna. Just like the rest of you!" I 
repeated. I gently pushed her backwards, and she took my hands in hers as I did. I 
leaned down and began kissing and licking her stomach muscles. They were like finely 
chiseled stone, and hard as steel. She was moaning again as I licked her. I tried to reach 
further down her body but couldn't. I pulled her back up to me, and we hugged. Then 
she reached back and undid the straps that held her halter, exposing her lovely breasts. I 
leaned down and kissed her nipples and licked them. They were beautifully soft and 
warm.
"Sure they're not too small?" she asked again. "I could get..."
"No, Donna. They're perfect!" I said. "And I love them!"                                                 
"You're so sweet, Larry!" She whispered in my ear. We kissed again, a short kiss. Then 
she took both my hands and placed them high above my head. Holding them up firmly 
with her left hand, she reach down and gently pulled my tee shirt up over my head. 
When she had it off she flicked over to one side. 
"Oh! Larry! Oh!" she said, looking at my chest. I was kind of embarrassed, as my chest 
was not very muscular and almost completely devoid of any hair.
"It's so smooth!" she said, as she ran her index finger down the middle of it. She leaned 
up and hugged me, and I could feel the warmth of her lovely breasts. She leaned back, 
put her head down and gently kissed my nipples. 
"They're so cute!" she whispered. She kissed them again.
Suddenly she stood up and pulled me up to her. Before I could realize what was 
happening, she easily lifted me up in her arms and carried me into her bedroom. 
She carefully sat me down on the bed and sat down beside me, gazing into my eyes all 
the while. 
"Stand up," she said, softly. I stood up and faced her.
"Get rid of these," she whispered, touching my sneakers with her foot. I leaned down to 
untie them As I did, she kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. I kicked them off, 
and removed my socks.
"That's better!" she whispered. "Now, let's get rid of these," she said. She undid my 
belt buckle, then the top button of my jeans.  Then slowly she unzipped me. As she did, 
my erect manhood stood out through my shorts. She looked wide-eyed at it.
"Oh, my!" she said. "Oh my, Larry!" She carefully pulled my jeans off, then tucked her 
thumbs under the top of my shorts. She very slowly began to remove them. As she did, 
she exposed my erect manhood. It stood straight out.
"Oh, Larry! Oh!" she said, softly. She touched it gently, and I winced. Then she stood 
up and removed the bottom of her outfit. She sat back down on the bed, then leaned 
back, gently pulling me down with her. We lay next to each other, totally nude. We 
gazed into each other's eyes in anticipation of what was about to happen. She leaned 
over to her night table, pulled open the drawer, and pulled out something.
"We'll need this," she said. She was holding a condom.
"Yes," I whispered, "Definitely!" She opened it, and gently placed it on me. She was 
very gentle. Then she lifted me up over her and carefully guided me inside her. She 
rolled over so that she was on her back and I was on top. Then she wrapped her massive 
arms around me and squeezed me tightly, almost until I couldn't breathe. But she 
backed off  just enough so I could. I felt her biceps digging into my sides. At the same 
time she wrapped her huge legs around me, pushing her hard calves into mine. I felt a 
slight pain down  the base of my spine, but not enough to bother me. Then we started to 
work. In and out. Up and down. Over and under. Around and through.  I knew I 
couldn't force her, so I decided just to work with her and let her tremendous strength 
control us. We worked perfectly together. We kissed, our tongues playing blissfully. We 
worked and worked. And kissed. And played our tongues. She held me tightly. She was 
very powerful, but I was able to work with her. Every move I made she made with me. 
Every move she made I made with her. We were  like a symphony together, in perfect 
time, never missing a beat or a note. Like a perfectly choreographed dance, each dancer 
moving in perfect rhythm with the other. It was incredible. She was incredible! We 
worked together for what seemed like an eternity. She started breathing heavily, now. I 
could feel she was starting to climax. I was starting to climax, too. We worked 
feverishly, and almost at the same instant, we both climaxed. We lay limp in each 
other's arms. After a bit, she lifted me out of her and laid me to one side. I got up and 
disposed of the condom in the bathroom.
When I returned, she was laying spread-eagle on the bed, her eyes gazing at the ceiling.
I laid next her, and she looked at me, her eyes had a warm glow in them.
"Oh! My God!" she whispered to me. "Oh! My God!"
"That's my line, Donna, remember?" I reminded her.
"No, Larry," she answered, softly. " Now I know what you mean by it. It's not just a 
funny little saying anymore. You are.... that was.. `Oh! My God!'"
"Donna..." I started.
"You were fantastic, Larry!" she whispered. "Just..."
"No, Donna, you were!" I interrupted. "You were just...."
"Larr," she interrupted me, "I think I see what's going on here, don't you?"
"I..think so," I stammered. "We both..."
"That's it, Larry!" she whispered. "We're one! You and me! One, together! Isn't it 
wonderful?" She leaned over and gently kissed my face. I kissed her face, and moved 
down and started kissing her chest. I kissed and licked her soft breasts once again, then 
down to her rock hard stomach. I continued down to her pubic area, kissing and licking 
it gently. She moaned and held my head to it as I kissed it.  I continued down her thigh.
"Let me se it!" I whispered. "Let me see it, Donna!" She flexed it, and the muscles burst 
out all over.  I continued down to her knee, kissed and licked her shin, and then
on down to her foot. I motioned for her to roll over on her stomach. She did, and I began 
kissing her calves.
"Let me see them, Donna!" I said. "Let me see!" She flexed her calves once again. I 
kissed them and licked them, too. They were as they I had imagined them. Massive and 
rock hard. I continued kissing her up the backs of her legs., and continued on up to her 
beautifully rounded derriere. I kissed it and licked it, and it was as perfect as perfect 
could be. All the time she was moaning and writhing slightly as I kissed and licked her 
all over. I kept going up her back, running from one side to the other, she flexing each 
group of muscles as I continued. The muscles in her back were like those in her 
stomach, like they were chiseled in stone. I went up to her neck, and nuzzled my face 
into her soft, black hair.  I motioned for her to turn over, and she did.
"You're beautiful," I said. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I 
whispered. "The most beautiful!"
"Larry, you're the sweetest guy I've ever met," she whispered. "That's very nice of you 
to say that."
"And you know I mean it, don't you?" I asked. We kissed a light, long kiss. Then she 
noticed my erection. 
"Want to do it again?" she asked.
"Silly question!" I answered. She reached over, pulled out another condom, and 
unwrapped it. 
"Can't do it without protection," she whispered.
"I know," I said. "Have to have it." I lay flat on my back, and once again, she ever so 
gently placed it on me. Again she picked me up and carefully guided me inside her. It 
was so easy having her able to just pick me up like she did. No fussing and messing 
trying to find where you were going. Her tremendous strength made it easy. Once 
inside, we rolled over, her massive arms and legs wrapped around me and held me ever 
so tightly. We began working. In and out. Up and down. Over and under. Around and 
through. It was the same as before. The symphony was playing again, and the dancers 
were dancing in perfect rhythm, once again. I followed her just as before, and we moved 
in perfect time to each other. We kissed, and our tongues moved in and out of our 
mouths, licking and touching each other. It lasted for another eternity, this wonderful 
thing. I felt myself starting to climax, and I could feel her doing the same, as we were 
both working feverishly. Again, the moment she climaxed, I did too, and we lay limp in 
each others arms after it was over. She was wonderfully warm. I had the strange feeling 
of being returned to the womb as she cradled me in her arms. Soon she lifted me out of 
her, and I disposed of the condom. When I returned, she was laying on her side, her 
head laying in her hand. I lay down next to her, gazing in her eyes.
"Can I ask you a question, Larr?" she said. "A personal one?"
"Sure," I said. "What is it?"
"Promise you won't be mad at me?" she asked. 
"I could never be mad at you, Donna," I answered. "No matter what." But I had the 
feeling that what she was about to ask me might very well end our short but beautiful 
relationship quickly and swiftly.
"Larry....." she paused, "Well......how old are you"? And I knew that's what she was 
going to ask. I also knew that I couldn't lie to her no matter what. So I thought I just 
might as well get it over with as soon as possible, despite the fact that I was totally 
mesmerized by this lovely and powerful lady. I paused, and looked her straight in the 
eye.
"Double nickel," I whispered.
"What?" she asked. "Double....what?"
"Double nickel, " I repeated. "Double nickel. Just think about it for a minute."
"Five..." she was groping, "five..... fifty...." She stopped and looked at me wide-eyed, 
and smiled broadly. I thought that this was the bitter end.
"Really!?" she said, with an amazed reaction. "Are you really..."
"That old?" I finished her question.
"No, no," she protested. "I didn't mean it that way."
"Yes you did," I said.
"No, no",  she protested again. "What I meant is that...."
"I'm not too bad for an old guy!" I said.
"You're missing the point, Larry!" she said, firmly. "You're terrific. I just can't believe 
that you're....
"That old!" I said, again.
"Will you listen to me?" she said. "You were just terrific tonight. I've been with guys 
half your age who couldn't hold a candle to you. Are you sure you're not fibbing me?"
"Do I have to show you my driver's license, or something? How about my voters 
registration? And I still carry a draft card. Ever see one of them?" I said, wryly.
"Okay, okay, I believe you," she said, finally. "You must have been dynamite when you 
were young....Oh! ..What's the matter with me! I'm sorry, Larry. I didn't mean it the 
way it sounded. Please forgive me?" This conversation was going in the complete 
opposite direction from what I had expected. I thought I'd be on my way out the door by 
now.
"You're positively forgiven," I said. If she only knew the truth. "But to be truthful about 
it, young lady, I'm probably better now than I was then."
"You're not getting older, you're getting better," she said, mimicking that famous 
phrase.
"Well, not exactly," I said. "You see, Donna, I found this wonderful aphrodisiac."
"What is it?" she asked enthusiastically. " a magic potion, or something?"
"No, Donna," I answered. "It's not a potion, but it sure is magic. And it's not a `what' 
but a `who'." She looked at me strangely. "It's a lovely, beautiful lady bodybuilder 
named Donna," I said. "She has totally turned me on like I've never been turned on in 
my life. And that's a long time, I might add. She is a lovely creature...no, she's not a 
creature but a beautiful human being, both physically and mentally. I love her muscles. I 
love to touch them and be held by them. But I also love her soft, gorgeous hair, her 
gentle touch, her soft, perfectly shaped and sized breasts, and her fascinating, dark eyes. 
You are everything I've ever wanted in a woman, Donna. I just wish it hadn't taken me 
so long to find you! And I thank God I did, even though it's probably a little late." I had 
said my piece, for better or for worse, as they say.
"Larry," she said softly, "That's the sweetest, loveliest, nicest thing anyone's ever said 
to me. Ever!  Honest! Nobody's ever told me that I turn them on. Ever! The guys don't 
like my big muscles. But you do, and I don't think you're weird because of it. I'm so 
happy that you think I'm beautiful, you just can't imagine."  Her eyes began to well up, 
and I felt mine starting to do the same.
"Look at you!" she said, almost crying. "What's that in you eyes?" and she started to 
laugh. And I laughed. "Tears of joy!" I said. She reached out her arms and I came to her. 
We hugged tightly, and I felt secure in her arms. I kissed her tears away, and she kissed 
mine away. We stayed like that for a few minutes.
She looked down and realized I had become erect again.
"Larry!" she said. "Can't you give me a little break? I'm still trying to recover! Can you 
wait just a little bit?"
"I've waited this long, another few minutes won't mean a thing," I answered.
"Well, I think......I think I'm ready," she said, as she leaned over to get another condom. 
"Oh, God!" she said . "This is the last one. Hope it's as good as before," she finished.
"I'm sorry, Donna," I said, apologizing. "I'll buy you more." She didn't answer. She 
gently placed the condom on me, lifted me as before to guide me inside her, rolled us 
over, and we were working once again. And it was just as before. Her arms and legs 
held me tightly, and we worked in perfect rhythm and harmony together. We worked. 
And kissed. Our tongues played inside our mouths. We caressed each others bodies. 
And kissed each others bodies. There was sweat between us as we worked harder and 
harder. It felt wonderful. Another eternity in time had passed, and I felt my self getting 
ready to climax. She was, too, and we both worked more intensely. Finally, as I was 
totally spent, she climaxed completely. We lay limp in each others arms. Then she lifted 
me out of her, just as before, and I disposed of the condom. When I returned, she was 
laying on her back. I laid on top of her, and she gently held me in her arms. I lightly 
kissed her lovely breasts, and laid my head between them. They were a total paradox to 
most of the rest of her body. Lovingly soft, while the rest of her was hard as steel. But it 
was a lovely paradox. She was running her hands down my back. She touched my chest 
and kissed it.
"You're so.........squishy!" she whispered.
"Just what do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I don't know," she answered. "I just like to hold you because you're..... I don't 
know......squishy! I guess it means that you're cute, and I love to touch you! I really 
do!"
"Squishy?" I said. "Guys don't think of themselves as.... well... you know....squishy. 
Can't you think of something a little more appropriate? Am I built that badly?" I asked.
"As a matter of fact," she said, "you're built quite well. You have nice muscle size, and 
if you worked out some you'd look  really great!"
"Good as you?" I said, jokingly.
"Better," she said, "really, much better. You have better genes than me."
"Here we go with the genes thing again," I complained. "Can we drop this? Forever?"
"All I'm saying is that men have better genes than women. It wouldn't take much for 
you to look really ripped!" she said. "If you want, you could come to the gym with me 
sometime and workout. It'd be fun. Honest, Larr!  You could be my training partner!"
"Some partner I'd be!" I said. "I couldn't even spot you. And I'd probably get laughed 
right out of the gym, the way I look!"
"You could spot me. It's easy. And no one would laugh at you. You'd be surprised at 
some of the people we get in the gym. They're overweight, and worst of all they don't 
watch their diet. At least you're smart enough to watch what you eat and get some 
exercise. Think about it, Larr. I'd love to take you with me!"
"Okay, Donna, I'll think about it." I said.
"Great, Larry!" she answered.
 She looked down. "Look at you, Larry! You're erect, again!" she exclaimed. "Sorry, 
Larr, we out of protection. I can't believe you didn't bring any. Don't you know you're 
supposed to carry those things?" she said, reprimanding me.
"I--I'm sorry," I said, "but I just didn't think anything would happen between us 
tonight."
"Didn't you want it to?" she asked.
"Of course I did!" I said. "But I just never thought you'd want.......me, that's all."
"Oh, Larry," she said, "I liked you from the first time I saw you. You were so cute, 
running away from me like that. And I didn't mean to embarrass you, either."
"I know," I said, "and I remember that you apologized to me for it. That's when I 
thought you were really a special person. You apologized to someone who you didn't 
even know for something that wasn't really your fault. You didn't have to do that."
"Well, I did," she said, "and I'm glad I did."
"I promise to replace the condoms for you, Donna," I said. 
"That's okay," she said, " you won't have to as long as you remember to bring 
protection with you."
"I'll remember, and I'll be sure to carry them  whenever I'm with you. And I'll replace 
the ones we used," I said.
"You won't have to replace them, Larry," she said, rather sternly. "I won't be needing 
them!!"
"I'll replace them," I said.
"You're not listening to me, Larr!" She seemed a little annoyed. "Don't you understand 
that I won't be needing them again? As long as we're together? I won't need them, as 
long as you're here! Now do you understand?"  And I finally realized exactly what she 
was telling me.
"And you're still erect, Larry!" she said. "You're amazing!"
"No, Donna," I explained. "My aphrodisiac just kicked in."
She looked at me, then slid herself down so she was right in front of my erection. 
"Can I touch it?" she whispered.
"Certainly," I whispered back. She touched it lightly with her forefinger, running it 
slowly all up and down the sides. I felt a marvelous tingling sensation all through my 
body.  She kissed it lightly. She had a wonderfully light touch. She continued to kiss it 
and caress it. She was driving me crazy!
"It's beautiful!" she whispered. "So wonderful!"
"It's just average," I said.
"What do you mean?" She sounded surprised. "It's just....it's lovely."
"There's really nothing special about it. Remember, I was in the Army. We had 
community showers. Everybody knew what everybody else had." I said.
"But it works so well!" she said.
"Well," I said "that's because of that little aphrodisiac I told you about. Remember?"
She kissed it and caressed it again, then brought herself up to my face. We kissed a very 
hard and long kiss our tongues moving from mouth to mouth. We held each other 
tightly.
"It's late," I said. "Maybe I should be going."
"I don't want you to," she said , "but maybe you should."
We got up, she put on her robe, and I started gathering up my clothes. 
"Can I dress you?" she asked, coyly.
"You want to dress me?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, in a sultry voice. "Bring those clothes over here, you!"
She stood me in front of her and carefully put on my shorts, jeans, and socks. She even 
tied my shoes. She then put on my tee shirt and pulled it down over me. When we were 
done, we were standing face to face. We kissed again. A very long, hard kiss, as before.
"That's so you won't forget me," she said.
"Donna," I said, "I'll never forget tonight for as long as I live. Even if I live to be 100, 
I'll never forget this wonderful night!"
"Larry," she whispered to me, "when you're 100, I hope that we're still together and 
that we can be the way we were tonight!"
"Donna, that's really sweet," I said. And I kissed her lightly.
She walked me to the door, and we turned and kissed again.
"Now" she said, " you take care of yourself, my little squishy. And don't wait a week 
and a half to call me. You know how I feel about you!"
"Okay, my lovely little aphrodisiac," I said. "I'll call you real soon. Maybe tomorrow. 
And you should know how I feel about you, too!"
"Oh, I do," she said, "I most certainly do!"
"Goodnight, sweetheart!" I said.
"Goodnight, sweetheart!" she answered. And we kissed again. She opened the door, 
kissed me again, I stepped out into the hallway,  and the door closed in behind me. 
As I made my way to the car, I couldn't stop thinking of the wonderful time we had 
together. She was everything I had always wanted in a woman but, up until now, was 
never able to find. I thought of my current marital status, and that it would break my 
lovely daughter's heart if we were to split. I don't know if I could ever let that happen. 
Would I sacrifice my own happiness for hers? In spite of the way I felt about Donna, 
maybe I would. I reached the car, got in, and backed it out of its spot. As I drove slowly 
past Donna's window, I saw her standing there. I waved to her, and she waved back. I 
blew her a kiss, and she blew me one back. She lifted up her arm, and flexed her bicep 
at me. I blew her a double kiss. Then, without warning, I saw her mouth something.....
"Love you" she mouthed. Instinctively, and without hesitation I mouthed... "Love you, 
too!"  She blew me another kiss and waved, and I blew her a kiss and waved. Then I 
turned and slowly guided the car out the driveway and into the street. I was totally 
confused about my life at this point. "God!" I asked  myself, "Where do I go from 
here?...."   

I closed the door behind Larry. I turned and walked to the window and watched as he 
walked to the car. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I had fallen hard for him. 
He was sweet, kind, and sensitive. And he even liked my muscles. He was the only guy 
who treated me like a lady, the way I wanted to be treated. Not as if I was a macho-girl. 
Even from the first time we met, he was like that. He was funny, witty, and he had to be 
the smartest person I knew. Where did he learn all that stuff, anyhow? I was 
mesmerized when he spoke. About anything. And after tonight, I couldn't believe he 
controlled the whole love making scene. Most guys I had been with tried to overpower 
me, but none of them were strong enough. I usually wound up in a wrestling match, 
instead of making love. But not Larry.  He knew exactly what to do, and I worked right 
with him, hoping I was doing the right thing. Well, he certainly seemed satisfied. Why, 
oh why couldn't he have been born 25 years later? We were perfect together! He was 
pulling up past my window now. He waved to me, and I waved back. He blew me a 
kiss, and I blew it back. I lifted my arm, and gave him a bicep flex. I knew he would 
like that. And he blew back a double kiss to me.  Then suddenly, without warning, 
almost instinctively, I mouthed the words, "Love you." He seemed a bit startled, but I 
saw him mouth back to me, "Love you, too."  I blew him another kiss and waved, and 
he blew me a kiss and waved. I watched as he disappeared into the night. I turned and 
walked to the bedroom. I looked at the bed, thinking of the wonderful things that 
happened there tonight. I was totally confused, and I knew because of his marital status, 
that this might only end in heartbreak. "God!" I asked myself, "Where do I go from 
here?....."