pace, trying to arrive at precisely the right time. As I approached I was
disappointed to see no one there. Suddenly, a car horn broke into my thoughts
and there you were. A Black 1957 Thunderbird, with a white top. Naturally it
was in mint condition and sparkled all over. You reached over and opened the
door for me. As I climbed inside my dress raised a little to show you my left
thigh.
We seemed to talk at once. I said “Hello, thanks for the roses and I love the
car”. You saying, “Hi there, glad you got my note and were able to meet me on
such short notice”.
You looked even better than I remembered. You had removed your jacket and
loosened your tie. After I was safely strapped in the seat you casually
reached over and took my hand and kissed the back of it. Again I saw that
killer smile of yours and thought I must be dreaming to think this man is not
…End of the part6. To be continued..