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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story,  Chapter 8
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CHAPTER 8
 
THURSDAY 
 
Thursday morning, I spent most of my time at work loading the
upholstery into boxes, labeling them and putting them into Simms'
plane. Then I pulled it over to long-term storage and tied it down.
Sam came over just as I finished.
   
"I hear you're taking Tammy out tonight"
"You and Della really do talk all the time, don't you?"
"Yes, and we both think it's great. We like Tammy"
I grimaced and said, "Gee, I'm glad you guys approve"
She laughed and hit me on the arm.
 
I got busy at work, and got home about an hour late. The house was
full of people. The Torres were there, and so was Tom. They were all
talking to Tammy and wishing her good luck.
 
Della gave me a quick kiss and told me to have a good time, then Mom
grabbed me and handed me the suit I wore to the dance. I showered and
dressed. When I came out of the bathroom, I glanced out the window.
The garage I had never seen open, had the door up, and a ranch hand
was drying off a gleaming, late model, Mercedes.
 
Mom called me to the house and Tammy was standing in the living room
in a long Silver dress. 
  
The change in Tammy has been amazing. 
Some people's lives are reflected in their faces or demeanor. You can
look at them and tell right away that things have not gone well for
them. 
But the pretty girl standing in front of me appeared poised and
confident.

Nothing like the plain, almost frumpy girl I first met in the
ice-cream parlor. 
 
She's slim and has a nice shape, but her best feature is her eyes.
They are almost black, and when she looks at you, she seems to look
right into your soul. It's no wonder poor Tom is so stricken with her.
	
I tried to think what she would be like as my girlfriend, and I just
couldn't.

Something about her makes me want to hold her and protect her, but
something else tells me that this new woman will progress beyond
anything my sixteen-year-old mind can comprehend.
 
 From what Mom and Kate have said, Tammy's life had been awful. But you
couldn't see that in the stunning creature standing in front of me. 
She looked wonderful, and I told her so.
 
Kate handed me a paper and some keys. She said that the paper was
directions to a private club she belonged to, and the keys were to the
Mercedes.
 
I asked about the car and her eyes twinkled and she said that it was a
little thing she kept around for when she went into LA.
 
Dad handed me a few bills, and said, "Everything is paid for at the
club, but here's a few dollars in case you want to do something later"
They all watched and waved as we drove away.
 
The car was wonderful. The smell of leather was intoxicating, and
Tammy looked great sitting next to me.
 
She read the directions and soon we pulled up to a mansion on the
grounds of a golf course. They took the car and we walked into a large
dining room. It was only a Thursday night but it was packed. There was
a line at the desk, but a man in a tuxedo saw us and came over.
 
"Are you Mr. Baker?"	
I said yes, and he said, "Please follow me."
He took us to a table by a window and seated us, then he turned to
another man, also in a tux and said, "This is Ms. Stearns' nephew and
his guest." 
The second man said, "Welcome. Dinner has already been ordered, but
here are some menus in case you would like to add something"
Tammy and I looked at the menus. Most things were in French and there
were no prices on anything. We both shrugged our shoulders and set
them down.
 
Mom and Dad had insisted that both Erin and I learn proper table
manners, and had on occasion actually served us fancy meals. We
learned to use the right silverware and how to place things on our
plate and so forth. 
 
Tammy hadn't been exposed to it, and it was fun showing her which fork
to use, and other details.
 
The meal was long and luxurious. Several waiters attended us. Our
water glasses were always full and each new dish was presented with a
flourish.
 
I watched Tammy as she peeked at other guests and saw how they
behaved, and by dinner's end you would swear she dined like this every
night.
 
I knew she was enjoying herself, but her expression was intense, and
her eyes were piercing. You could tell that she was soaking up
everything she saw and filing it away.
 
The only time her eyes would change is when she looked at me. 
They would instantly turn soft and loving.
 
I noticed that throughout dinner, people were looking at us, and just
as we were finishing, a gray haired man led a small group of people to
our table. They congratulated me on the incident at the airport and
all wanted to shake my hand. But when they looked at Tammy, they were
confused. She obviously wasn't the girl whose picture was in the paper
with me, but they were too polite to say anything.
 
After they left, the gray haired man stayed. He shook my hand, and
said "Well done, young man" Then he called Tammy by name and told her
how nice she looked. As he turned to go, he nodded to a waiter.
 
The waiter sat down a spectacular flambĂ(C) dessert, and the other diners
actually applauded.
I was embarrassed, but it certainly felt good.
 
Tammy was smiling, and I asked her how she knew the guy.
 
"That's Mr. Fell. I met him in Mr. Torres office. He owns the bank in
town. Mr. Torres called me in one day and introduced me to his lawyer.
A little later Mr. Fell came in. 
By the time we left, he said that he'd pay a year's rent on one of Ben
Sanders' apartments and give me some money for living expenses if I
moved to LA.
And not only that, he said they had just re-possessed an almost new
Honda. It's going to take a week or so to get it transferred into my
name then he'll send it to me in LA.
 
After he left I asked Mr. Torres what was going on, and he told me
that the bank actually got off cheap. He said that if I stayed in
town, I could sue them for lots more, but it might take a long time."
 
I shook my head in wonderment, and we attacked the dessert.
 
There was a small dance floor next to the dining room and a trio of
musicians was playing soft music. The waiter saw us looking and asked
us if we would like coffee served in there.
 
We went in and sat down, and I noticed Tammy had her eyes closed and
was swaying with the music. So I took her to the dance floor and we
danced until the band stopped for a break.
 
On the way back to the table we passed by a large mirror on one of the
walls and Tammy stopped me. We were framed in the mirror, and Tammy
moved close to me and stood looking at us. We actually made a nice
looking couple and I was going to tell her so, but she had an almost
fierce look on her face. When I asked her why, she shook her head and
said she'd tell me later.
 
When we returned to our table, Tammy excused herself and went to the
bathroom.

I was waiting for her to return, when a voice said, "Well, look at
this. The hero is here"
 
I looked up, and it was the redheaded girl I saw with Simms. 
She was nicely dressed and actually looked rather pretty, but the
effect was spoiled because she had on so much makeup.

I got up and stammered, "Gee, I'm sorry about your Dad."
 
"He's not my Dad, he's my Mom's boyfriend, and he's an asshole. By the
way, who's the bimbo you're with tonight?"
 
I glared angrily at her, "Just the sweetest, most beautiful girl in
this whole place. What do you mean, calling her a bimbo!"
 
She laughed. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, I'm just kidding" 
Then she said, "The paper said you are moving to LA. Where?"
 
"In Northridge. It's in the San Fernando Valley."
 
"I know where it is. We live in Chatsworth, It's just a couple of
miles away. Maybe I'll see ya there." 
 
She started to walk away, then turned back and held out her hand, "My
name's Denise."
 
I shook her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Pete."
 
She looked me up and down, and said, "See ya later Hero" and left.
 
When Tammy came back, we danced until the band quit for the evening. 
When we got to the car, I asked her if she would like to go somewhere
else.
"No, it's late and I don't know what could compare to the evening we
just had. Let's just drive around for a little while."
 
It was a beautiful evening and driving this car was like floating on a
cloud. 
I turned the radio on softly, and Tammy started talking.
 
"Pete, I'm going to make this quick. I owe my life to you in several
ways. You've been my Prince Charming, my protector, my brother, my
lover and my friend and you've never asked for anything in return.
Kate and your family have taken me in and made me one of them. They're
the family I've always dreamed of, and I love them. 

Then she added, 

But I'll never forget you.

I love you. 

I will always love you. 

I will love you as a lover, a friend, a sister or any way you want it.
 
We're both going to a new place soon, and I'm so excited I can hardly
wait. But I don't ever want to be far from you. 
Now, if it's OK with you, I like you to take me home and make love to
me."
 
Those words stunned me. 
 
I'm having difficulty believing that what's going on with me lately is
really happening.
What goes on between Kate and I seems like a dream, and even the other
night with Tammy is cloudy to me. I can remember it being wonderful,
but the night with little Desi is the only one that I can remember
clearly.
 
Sweet little Desi is the only one I can really identify with. The
others seem like something from my imagination.
 
I'm sure my sixteen-year-old brain will be able to sort things out in
time, but when Tammy said, "Take me home and make love to me" It was a
shock.
 
Here was a dynamite-looking, full-grown woman. She was close to my
age, and she was actually asking me to make love to her. 
This was GREAT! And it was all I could do, not to wreck the car
driving back to the house.
	
Making love with Tammy is very different. It's unhurried and very
loving. I'm not in awe of her like I am with Kate, and I'm not a
teacher like I was with Desi. 
 
I know I'm not all that experienced, but I can't imagine a more tender
or giving lover than Tammy. 
The first time we had sex, I had spent time getting to know her body,
so I knew what pleased her. 
This time I was able to respond to what she knew, and could teach me,
and 
I learned a lot from her. 
She didn't teach me about kinky things or weird positions, it was
about subtle things. And the really strange part was, I don't remember
her actually teaching me.
 
I would be doing something, and she wouldn't say anything, but she
would move herself around until it apparently felt better to her, and
I would realize it felt better to me as well, and I would remember it.
 
The whole night was that way, and when we finally collapsed in each
other's arms, I was left with a feeling that we had pleased each
other, rather than me having overwhelmed her, or vice-versa. It was a
wonderful feeling.
 
 
 
FRIDAY
 
When I woke in the morning, Tammy was gone. I went next door and she
was sitting on her bed. What few clothes she had were neatly packed in
a small bag. 
I sat next to her and put my arm around her.
 
"Are you scared?"
 
"I'm not scared, just apprehensive. Plus I miss you already."
 
I held her for a while, but I had to go to work, so I went in to
breakfast. Everyone wanted to know all about dinner. 
I told them how great it was, and was thanking Kate when the door
opened and Mrs. Torres and Della came in. They each had several big
boxes with them and sat them down. 
A minute later Tammy came in and everyone grabbed her and rushed her
into the bedroom. They tore open the boxes and started handing her
clothes to try on. I guessed they were probably things that Della and
Desi no longer wore.
 
They immediately ignored me, so I went to work.
 
The Mercedes drove in around ten. Dad went to the plane to get some
things, and I walked over to the car. Mom and Kate had gotten out and
were looking in the trunk for something. 
Tammy was in the back seat, so I reached in and we touched hands, then
I walked around the back of the car. 
 
When I think of Kate, I think of her either as a woman in Levis and a
cowboy hat, or not wearing anything at all. At the dance she was a
beautiful, wild thing, but that was something special.
 
Today she had on a white blouse and a dark skirt. Her hair was pulled
back and her make-up was soft. 
 
She was stunning. She looked like a businesswoman on the way to her
top floor corner office. 
Actually, she looked like the woman who owned the building.
 
I was standing a few feet away, admiring her, when she saw me, and
gave me a questioning look.
 
I said, "God, you're beautiful."
 
Her expression changed, and a look of such lust came over her that I
thought she was going to jump me. I started to back up, when Mom said,
"Down girl, get in the Fucking car."
 
Mom gave me a kiss and said, "See you Sunday night" and they drove
off. 
 
Tammy waved to me from the back seat.
 
 
That night Della and I went to the movie. It was some kind of love
story, and after it was over we got some ice cream and drove to a
lookout point to see the town lights. We started kissing and I touched
her breast. She didn't stop me, but she put her hand on top of mine so
I wouldn't go any farther. I took my hand away and a little later I
touched her again. 
 
She took my hand away and said, "Pete, I'm just not ready yet." 
We sat for a while longer and she asked if we could go home. When we
got to her house she gave me a quick kiss and ran inside.
 
I went home, got a beer out of the fridge and watched TV for a while. 
When I finished the beer, I got another and went upstairs to bed. The
moon was very bright tonight, and the room was almost as bright as
day. I lay there thinking about recent events, when suddenly I heard a
noise. 
 
Della was standing in the bedroom doorway.
 
She said, "Pete, would you please close the drapes?"
I pressed the button, and the room changed to almost complete
darkness.
 
I could barely see her as she came to me. I heard, more than saw her,
as she took off her clothes and slipped in beside me. Then a glint of
moonlight coming through a crack in the drapes caught her face.
 
It was Sam. 
 
My eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, and I sat up in bed
and started to say something, when Della knelt on the bed beside us. 
 
Della pulled me to her, kissed me and said, "I love you" then she bent
and kissed Sam. 
It was a beautiful kiss, and I could see Della's long hair cascading
over Sam's face and onto her breast.
 
Then she was gone.
 
My mind was awhirl. In the space of less then a minute, a dozen
reasons for this happening were running through my head, but none of
them made any sense.
 
Suddenly I began to realize that none of this was under my control, so
I went to something I've relied on for as long as I can remember. 
I call it 'Plan A' and it's "Hang in there, and see what happens"
 
 
Sam and I lay next to each other for a while. 
I was nervous, and I didn't quite know where to start. Finally she
reached for me, and we started to make love. There wasn't a lot of
foreplay; it was like she couldn't wait to have me in her.
 
It was new and different and wonderful.

Sam's body is unique. Her breasts are ample and beautifully formed,
and her skin is smooth and silky. But she is so fit, that I could
actually feel her muscles as she moved. 

I was going to start slowly with her, but when she pulled me to her
and we kissed, I reached down and touched her. 

She was already quite wet.

I had just began to lightly rub my fingers up and down her sex, when
she suddenly pulled me on top of her.
She reached down with a shaking hand and put my penis against her
opening.

I wasn't quite ready yet, and she held it until it until it reached
full hardness, then she put her arms around me and pulled me to her.
 
As wet as she was, she was still tight, and for the first few thrusts,
I was afraid I was hurting her, but soon she expanded to accept me and
it began to feel wonderful.

Sam came very quickly and when she did her eye's were wide open and
she was staring at me with an almost startled expression on her face. 

She stopped moving for a second, then she hugged me to her, and
started moving under me again.
 
We went on for a long time, and the longer we went, the more violent
Sam got. It was warm in the room, and before long our bodies were
dripping with perspiration. 

I wanted to come, but for some reason I didn't. I was content to watch
her and try to make this as good an experience as I could for her.

Sam came again, and this time when she paused, I thought she was going
to rest. But instead, she wriggled from under me and got on top. 
She became a madwoman, slamming herself to me over and over until she
came again.
 
She fell to the bed beside me and I could feel the heat from her body.
I thought that this time she wanted to stop for sure, but she reached
over and began stroking me, so I turned her over, pulled her up and
entered her pussy from behind.  
 
Wilder than before, Sam was twisting her head from side to side as I
was slamming into her. Her pussy was boiling hot, and her juices were
everywhere.
I was in her so deep, my cock was banging on her cervix. This time
when she came, her pussy tightened almost painfully on me and it
forced me over the edge, and I filled her with what felt like gallons
of my seed.
  
We both dozed off, and about an hour later, I woke up and went to the
bathroom. When I came back she was standing by the bed.
 
It was a shambles. The bedclothes were soaking wet, so we stripped the
bed and threw everything into the washing machine downstairs.
 
We got into the shower and I was washing her back, when I noticed
again how beautiful she was. I started kissing her, and we made love
on the shower floor until the water ran cold. 
 
We dried off, and I laid a dry towel on the bed and I got between her
legs.
 
The expression on her face was apprehensive. So I lay there for a few
seconds, and just played with the hair on her sex. She was watching me
as I kissed around her mound and when I finally touched my tongue to
her opening, a raspy sigh escaped from her lips and she lay back and
closed her eyes.
 
The hair on her sex was very soft, and she tasted sweet and clean. 
I spent a long time on her outer lips and her opening, and when I
finally got to her clit, her body jerked and she pulled my head to
her. I sucked it and danced my tongue on, and around it, and she
responded by moaning constantly.
 
Before long she was nearly as wet as before. 
 
I crawled up and kissed her, then I put two fingers up inside her and
my thumb on her clit. 
I massaged her clit and swirled my fingers inside her, looking for her
'Spot'. And when I found it, she gasped and came again.
 
We stopped for a while and held each other. Then she turned around and
crawled on top me. 
She took me into her mouth and lowered her sex to mine.
We ate and kissed each other for what seemed like hours. I came in her
mouth and she came in mine.
 
By now I was exhausted. I felt that I would like to sleep for a while.
But Sam still appeared to be turned on!
 
In all the time I had spent masturbating, and throughout the
relatively few sexual experiences I've had, I always figured that I
could out-gun any woman, but here was one that I had given my best to,
and she was ready for more.
 
I was intimidated, and a little ashamed. 
But Sam seemed content to lie beside me while I rested, and after a
while I began to feel better. My strength started to return, but I
wasn't sure about my cock.
 
I turned on the radio and climbed back on top of her. My hard-on
hadn't returned yet, so she wrapped her legs around my back and locked
her ankles together and pulled me to her. I took her in my arms and I
stepped off the bed and stood up. We danced that way to the music
until we both got tired. 
 
Toward morning, we went downstairs and put the bedclothes in the
dryer, then we got some cokes and started back upstairs. But we
stopped halfway up and made love on the steps.
 
When we got back to the bedroom, I opened the drapes all the way and
we sat naked in front of the windows.
 
The sun was starting to come up when we staggered to the shower and
rinsed off, then we wrapped ourselves in the bedspread and fell asleep
in each other's arms.
 
It was just after noon when we woke up. It was already hot, so I
saddled two horses and we rode to the upper creek and swam in the cool
water. We were both sore and tired, but we made love on the grassy
bank, then we rode naked to the top of a knoll and got off and held
each other.
 
It was late afternoon when we got back to the house.
We straightened up the bedroom, and put the clean bedclothes back on,
and were sitting on the bed, looking at the mountains, when I realized
that we hadn't said a dozen words to each other since she showed up
last night. 
I asked where her dad was, and she told me that he and a friend had
gone to Nevada for the weekend.
 
I wanted to say something else to her. 
 
I wanted to tell her how wonderful she was, how great last night was
and how much she meant to me. But I couldn't find the words, and I
noticed she was having trouble as well.
 
We were sitting quietly, looking out the window, when Della called.
She talked to Sam for a few minutes, Sam said, "Yes" a couple of
times, and hung up. 
 
We were both starved, so we went downstairs and made some sandwiches.
After we ate, we sat and stared out the window. 
I finally said, "We didn't use any protection" She reached in her
purse and showed me a birth control pack.
 
We were sitting on the couch when Della showed up.
She saw us sitting there, and I guess she knew something wasn't right,
because she pulled a chair in front of us and started talking.
 
"Aside from my parents, you two are the most important people in my
life.
 
Sam, when I was angry at the world and a pain in the ass to everybody,
you were my only friend. No matter how mean I was, you hung in there.
I told you things about myself that I would never have been able to
tell anybody else, and you listened and never tried to judge me or
change me. You just accepted me as I was. 
 
Before you allowed me to be your friend I was well on the way to
becoming an evil-tempered recluse. But because of your friendship and
guidance, I started to change. 
 
Pete, when you showed up this summer, you shocked me by not letting me
get away with my foolishness. But instead of being mean, you treated
me with kindness and understanding. I've always liked you, and when
you started to show an interest in me, I was overwhelmed. 
 
I still am! 
 
And then you saved my life. And you did it by risking your own.
I think, with Sam's help, I would have eventually been a better
person. But you made much more of it happen in the short time that
you've been here.
 
I love my parents, and they did everything they could think of to help
me. But they are too close to me. My Dad is a very strong-minded
person. But he has never been able to say no to me, or even let my Mom
say no. 
 
I watched him in the real world and saw how strong he is, but when he
tried to deal with me, he would fall apart. 
 
I saw it as weakness, and I wouldn't listen when he tried to guide me.
 
When you saved my life that day, my parents took me home and
completely fell apart. They both cried and held me for a long time.
That was the first time I actually realized how much they loved me.
 
As you started paying more attention to me, and my feelings for you
got stronger, I expected that I would start to calm down and accept
that I had the love that every girl dreams about. But instead, I grew
more confused. 
 
It was too much, too fast 
 
Part of me is still the angry, self-doubting person that I was a short
while ago, and every time I want to open myself completely to you,
something will remind me of the feelings I used to have.
 
I know I'm going to be OK, but it's going to take time, and it came to
a head yesterday evening. I know that you wanted me, and I wanted you
more than you know. But when I thought about what a huge step it was,
and how I would have to give my self completely to you, I was
terrified. 
 
I knew I wasn't being fair to you, so I asked you to take me home."
 
Then Della went over and sat down next to Sam and put her arms around
her. 
 
"Pete, I've watched you two together from the first time you met. She
and I talk about you constantly. I told her how much I liked you and I
listened to her when she talked about you. 
It wasn't what she said; it was the way she said it.
When she talks about you, her face changes. I knew from the beginning
that she was crazy about you. I knew it even before she did.
She was always considerate of my feelings, and never did or said
anything to let me know how she felt. But I knew.
 
And Pete, I watched you around her. It took you a little longer. My
Ego says that if we had stayed together, you would have left her
alone. But I know that if I weren't here, you would have been with
each other long before now. 
 
She and I actually talked a week ago about what happened last night.
 
We were joking, and I laid out an elaborate plan where I would be
stricken with something and die, and she would rush to you and fall
into your arms. 
 
I was describing what you would do to each other, and her expression,
as she imagined it, told me about the depth of her feelings for you.
 
When I found out that your folks were leaving you alone this weekend,
that I was going to give myself to you, and she hugged me and told me
how happy she was for me. But her smile was bittersweet. 
 
All day yesterday I thought about nothing else but being with you. But
when evening came, I couldn't go through with it. 
 
When you dropped me off, I called her to tell her what happened.
 
We talked for a while and she mentioned that her Dad had left for
Laughlin, and it was then, that I knew what I had to do.
 
I told her to come right over and I hung up.
When she got to my house I was waiting in the yard, and I started
walking to your place. She asked me where we were going, and I told
her what I wanted.
 
She said no a hundred times, but the "No's" got weaker, the closer we
got to your house. And you know the rest.
 
As I sit here now, I'm happy and I'm sad. I'm happy for my two best
friends in the world. And I'm sad for what might have been for me. 
 
I'm convinced that the future may still hold something for you and me.
If that future is just friendship, then so be it. I'm hoping that
we'll always be at least friends.
 
As for Sam, I know she must be confused right now. She's probably
thinking that she somehow betrayed me. But she didn't. 
I love her, and I know she loves me. 
 
And please don't take this the wrong way Pete, but I feel like a
weight has been lifted from me. It's time I got back to healing
myself.  
Sam started it, you helped to hurry it along, but the rest is up to
me."
 
For the next hour, the three of us held each other and the girls
cried.
 
After Della, left, Sam and I went upstairs and fell, exhausted, into
Kate's big bed.
 
We spent Sunday getting to know each other. The more I know about her,
the more I like her. She has a matter-of-fact approach to things that
amazes me. We talked all day long, and the fact that I would soon be
leaving kept coming up. 
 
I told her I felt like it was an impending disaster. 
 
She said that to her, it was a sad thing, but it was an opportunity
for us to grow, and see if we were truly meant to be together.
 
The family was supposed to return in the late afternoon, so we made
love one final time.  We were careful not to make a mess of things,
but it was amazing how intense it was. Even though we had only
recently became lovers, it seemed like we just knew what pleased each
other.
 
Sam had some things to do at home, so she left around four in the
afternoon. 
 
Before she left, I told her that I was going to call Della and see if
she was OK, and I asked her if she minded.
 
She said, "Pete, Della is the most beautiful girl I ever saw. I won't
lie and say that I won't worry a little about you being around her.
But she's also my best friend. And I think I know her well enough, not
to be concerned. Plus, I've seen the way you behave when you are
involved with someone, so I trust you too."
 
That statement hit me like a brick.
 
I like to think of myself as a good person, but how could I accept the
trust of this wonderful girl, after the things I'd done. I sat for a
long time after Sam left, trying to figure out how to do the "Right
thing." It finally got too much for my 'Pea sized' brain, so I decided
to resort to Plan A.
Plan A is "Do nothing and see what happens" 
 
 
I called Della and we talked for some time. She seemed happy, and I
felt good about where we were with each other.
 
I didn't expect the family for a couple hours, so I drove into town to
get a burger. I was sitting in a small diner when a waitress came over
to take my order. She wasn't very attractive, but I had some time to
kill, so I started flirting with her. She had obviously heard every
line in the world, and wasn't paying much attention to me. 
 
It sort of bothered me that I wasn't scoring, so I began to really lay
it on.
I told her I thought she was cute and complimented her on her uniform,
and I even raved about the food. 
The place was almost empty, so she began hanging around, trading lies
with me. The more outrageous our stories got, the more friendly she
got. And before long, we were both laughing. 
 
The only other customer left, so she sat down at the counter next to
me. 
 
Our stories were now getting absurd. I told her that I was a Prince
from a foreign country, and she laughingly said that she was a
princess from the country next door, and that she heard that her
father had promised that we would be married. So I stood up and took
and onion ring and placed it on her finger. 
 
She told me that she couldn't marry me, because she had a boyfriend
who was a Hero in this town because he had broken up a huge drug ring
not long ago, and that he was going to be elected mayor.
 
It was obvious what she was referring to, and it kind of shocked me. I
guess I must have gotten a strange look on my face, because she
stopped and looked at me, and suddenly here eyes grew large, and she
said,
 
"That was you! I recognize you from the newspaper."
I shook my head, yes. 
She started with a hundred questions, and I spent the next hour
telling her what happened. I left out the real story and told her what
she had read in the paper.
 
She waited on the customers as they came and went, but she seemed
fascinated by the story, and as the time wore on she got much
friendlier.
 
So friendly that I began to see that she was flirting with me, so I
flirted back.
At one point I even looked deeply into her eyes and touched her cheek.
When I did, she got flustered and I thought for a minute she was going
to kiss me.
 
When I noticed it was getting late, and asked for a check, she gave me
two. One was a bill for the meal; the other had a phone number written
on it.
 
I was suddenly ashamed of myself. 
 
I've been with some girls lately that most guys would die to meet. And
here I was, trying to seduce a girl that I had no intention of
pursuing, just to prove to myself that I could.
 
I paid the bill and started to leave, but I could see the
disappointment on her face, so I thanked her for the phone number and
told her I was flattered that someone as nice as her would give it to
me, but I was leaving town shortly, and I was sorry we couldn't spend
some time together.
 
That seemed to help her, but it didn't help me, and I made a vow to
myself, that in the future, I would be careful with flattery, and try
to be a better person.

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