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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008 |
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I am sitting in a dark room with a light coming from another room. I'm sitting on a reddish leather couch with Margret. She is sitting to my right on the couch in the direction from where the light is coming from. We are in the Voss family library room that I have described clearly in another memory. I am dressed in my uniform. We are talking, and I keep looking down at my lap. I think I must be having one of those shy bashful moments and yet I don't want to leave. I love being next to her. In actuality, secretly I'm thrilled that we are sitting alone together in a dark room! The fireplace is in front of us about 10 or 15 feet. The embers have burned down, Everyone else has left the room, so we are alone. Suddenly the light runs off. We think the others have forgotten about us. We can see the faint glow from the fireplace, so I ask her if she wants me to put more wood on the fire. I think she answers yes because I get up and put a small log onto the fire. It slowly catches and a faint glow lights our faces. Especially her. She is absolutely beautiful. I feel like my pulse is racing, and I feel dizzy in the head. I sit down next to her again, but this time a little closer. We talk a little while watching the fire. The house is very quite. I've got butterflies in my stomach and my throat has tightened. I occasionally glance away from the fire and at her. I get the feeling we both want something to happen but we are unsure. The whole room flickers with the firelight. I turn and look at her. She smiles at me, and I don't know why I should be so wound up, but she makes me feel that way. Her hair looks so soft. I'd love to touch it. I lean to the side to face her. I can look out the dark hallway and see no one out there. We are talking about something that makes her smile bashfully, look down at her lap, and start to fuss with something. It is the folds of fabric in her skirt. Her hands are so fine and graceful as they finger the fabric. They remind me of a china doll's hands. She looks back up at me and I at her. Our eyes meet and fasten. My heart pounds and my breathing feels erratic. We lean towards each other. We kiss. My eyes close momentarily and then I look into her eyes which have been locked onto mine. My throat is really tight and I lick my lips. She looks like a heavenly angel and I am her servant. Her wish is my command. I have no idea if I ever told her my full feelings. I lean forward and begin to kiss her some more and put my arm around her. I kiss soft cheek and touch her soft wavy hair with my finger tips. I caress the skin behind her ear and down on her neck. I move my hand down her shoulder and down her arm until I take her soft delicate hand into mine. I look into her eyes which seem to sparkle as she snuggles up close to me and we hold each other tight. We know what we want. I hold her close to my body. I think we are both shocked and thrilled all at the same time. We say something to each other as we both look into the fire and then we look at each other again. The firelight catches her lovely complexion, and I'm absolutely enchanted by her beauty. I move my hands across her back and shoulders. She is so delicate and feminine. I pull her closer to me as I lay back. I'm afraid to crush her. She lays down against me with her left arm behind my neck and her right hand free to play with the buttons on my jacket. I am thrilled to have her laying on top of me. I get the impression that until this moment that I had thought that she was unobtainable due to her having a boyfriend. And now she is in my arms and I am loving every minute of it. I run my hand across her back and then down to the curve of her back and down upon her bottom. I kiss her some more and I feel that intoxicated dizzy feeling. She is running her hand up and down my chest and each time she moves it a little lower. She finally moves her hand far down where I want her to and the light from the upstairs hall comes on. Someone is coming down the stairs and we have to pull ourselves apart and act as if nothing has happened. |
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