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With summer winding down she brought the girls down for a swim on a hot Saturday afternoon, while they splashed and played, we talked. Her dating hadn't gone as expected, the first few were grown men with little boy attitudes and outlooks on life. The latest, the one she thought was going to be the one turned out to be married, her heart had been crushed.
It was time for me to jump or stay still, "Now that you've tried the black guy thing, would you consider trying a date with one more white guy? I've never dated a black girl before, I'm not looking to have my *screw a black girl* ticket punched, I sincerely like you and think you're a gorgeous woman. Please think about it at least."
Her answer caught me completely off guard. "Stand up and hold me, I'll let you know after that."
Taking her in my arms was nirvana to me, so soft, so delicate, I loved her smell, her perfume, the apple almond scent of her hair. I lightly squeezed her as she pressed her body to me, not a full body sensual press, just a full-length soft press. I had her head next to mine as I let her go whispering, "You're so soft."
With the girls smirking and giggling she put her hands on my chest, looked into my eyes and said, "Yes, I'll go out with you as long as you treat me like you just did when we hugged. I've had enough turds treat me like dirt, I want to be treated like a lady from here on. Can you do that?"
"I can, if you'll go to dinner with me tonight, I'll prove it."
"Gee Luke, I'm not sure mom will want to watch the girls, but I'll ask and call. Is that okay? Oh, and how dressy do I need to be?"
"If Texas Roadhouse sounds okay, I'm sure jeans and a shirt will be fine. Call me once you know."
Watching Joann walking away with the girls in tow I realized I could easily get involved with her, the question was *did I want to*, though it had been years since Betty and I split the pain had never left entirely. The second guessing began, I have a pretty good life as things are, am I ready to involve another, another with children? I pondered the situation extensively, am I capable of accepting those two little girls as mine and help finish raising them to be productive members of society? Then there's the elephant in the room I hadn't even considered yet, was she indeed going to stay clean, would I be able to trust her implicitly.
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Part two is finished and ready to go after a bit more editing.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoStart of a wonderful series, from a master. Luke got shafted by the whore he married, and later Joann, with those beautiful kids, got shafted by one she didn't marry and paid a wicked price. Maybe they need each other, and Luke would be pleased to be called DADDY by two little cuties, and MY LOVING HUSBAND, from a lady that couldn't find love...
Anonymous5 months agoIm so so grateful 2 stumble across ur work on this site(its big) before i started this story i quickly scanned ur list of stories looking 4 the romance link v pleased 2 c maybe half ur submissions were im sure many of those under mature n maybe some other links will also be v romantic cant help but admit im a hopeless idealistic(isnt that n hope the salient feature of-> romantic person deeply enjoy ur style approach content ive not read romance specifically but if fortunate u come across it in normal life media etc ive not had any in mine 4 more than half my lifetime now likely too late so looking forward to more of ur work will do so gradually dont want to binge- so v tempting though
sincere gratitude for keeping ur work free of foul n worse language n violence maybe im mistaken n just not encountered any yet not laying down expectations etc only expresz heartfelt gratitude respect
EVLover7 months agoThanks for another story. It’s a great start and hopefully stays that way through the end.
Another take on “minding your p’s and q’s” comes from the printing world. In the good old days of manually typesetting, the printer had to return the type to the type case after the print run. One of the challenges is the letter on the type was upside down and backwards from what was printed on the page. It took a while for the brain to learn to properly recognize the letters. As such, most apprentices were admonished to “mind their p’s and q’s” when doing returning the type to the type case. As a practical matter, “minding your b’s and d’s” had similar recognition issues.
