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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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I'm either holding or dancing with Margret. I'm looking at the side of her neck just behind her ear. Her hair looks so soft and her skin looks so soft. I'd love to kiss her neck and give her a shivers up the spine. We are standing or slow dancing near a wall with a wooden molding. There are other people in the room. This could be the room that the girls "dragged" me into after they tied my hands together. When I pull back a bit and look her in the face, her beauty makes my head spin. Her eyes look green to me, a beautiful deep sparkling green. She has this sweet charming smile that makes me find it hard to look away. I still can't get over the way she made me feel. I still feel that way. There are other people dancing and others are sitting and talking. I want to lead her off somewhere and be alone with her. Suddenly she wants to stop dancing and I follow her to a white couch with dark wood edging? I don't know how to describe that. She seems a bit upset or not well. She looks as though she has a headache or is dizzy. I sit down next to her feeling concerned. I think I ask her if she needs fresh air to clear her head or maybe to lie down. I don't think she wants to lie down. We go outside into a garden area. The moon is out tonight. We walk away from the house to a secluded garden. It is a nice night. She seems to be feeling much better. You know, I get the feeling that either the fresh air cleared up her head quickly or this was a clever ploy to go outside and get away from everyone. I really thought she had a headache. Maybe she did, or maybe I was being gullible. I remember standing in a sitting area away from the house about 20 or so feet away. I can hear the noise from what was left of the party. The evening is beautiful and so is she. I can remember how clear and bright the night sky looked. It was intoxicating. This is a night to be spent outside. For some reason I feel unsure. I'm standing still with my hands stuffed deep into my pockets as we talk, and I think as she walks about the private little area, which is either paved or laid with pebbles. She is telling me something about this spot. Finally, I look at her and she at me. She slowly walks towards me and stops in front of me. I smile at her and she smiles at me. My heartbeat starts to accelerate a bit as I or she leans in to kiss. Truthfully, I don't remember whether she or I made the first move. I don't remember planning to kiss her like in the library room, so I'd be willing to guess that she kissed me. I do know that the moment she was in my arms that I did not want to let her go. I remember passionately kissing and touching her chin and neck with my finger tips. Moving my hands back and forth to touch the nape of her neck I could feel how soft her hair felt. She had her hands on my chest and then wrapped them around my sides and back. I wanted to be a part of her and make her a part of me. Pulling her even tighter as our passions began to intensify, we were suddenly made aware that we were no longer alone. Someone had come out of the house to look for Margret since she was not feeling well earlier. Margret and I were surprised to see Werner standing in the garden staring at us with as much surprise as we held at the sight of him. I was embarrassed and surprised at being caught. I was not sure how he would react to me man handling his sister. Margret also looked embarrassed. We all kind of stared at each other for a minute. I don't think I had ever been caught like this before. I didn't know whether I should take her by the hand and simply return inside the house or what. Lame excuses and stupid explanations were out of the question. I think I offered Margret my arm to escort her back into the house and suggested that we all go back inside. Werner glared. At first I thought that he was mad at me, but his angry stare was centered upon his sister and she glared back at him. I felt bad about not finding a better place for her and I to be kissing. I also didn't want Werner to be angry with me. I let Margret go back in the house and told her that I wanted to talk with Werner alone. I asked him if he was angry with me, and much to my surprise he said that he wasn't. He was just shocked. He said that he was more angry with her and did not explain why. (I did not know at the time, but she was still seeing some guy.) Then I decided to ask if he minded if I took an interest in Margret. He kinda looked at me funny as if he was about to smirk. He gave a slight smile and a light laugh and replied that he did not mind if I took an interest in Margret. I almost get the impression that he never thought that I would ever take a serious interest in anyone enough to ask permission. |
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