She is so very excited.
She will be meeting him, for the first time, a little later that morning.
She is giddy, like the schoolgirl she is.
They have talked on the phone a couple of times. It started with a simple request to have a birthday wish sent out over the radio.
Somehow, their relationship evolved from there.
Something about her intrigues him. Maybe, it was something in her voice. Maybe, he could sense her vulnerability. Maybe, he knew easy prey when he heard it.
She is quiet. Painfully shy. And so very naive.
It takes a lot of coaxing from him to get her to agree to meet. She is unsure of the things that he wants to do.
Unsure, yet . . . interested.
The time comes for her to leave so that she can meet him. She tells her Mom she is going for a walk and meeting up with friends. She will be home later.
This was a time before cell phones and Facebook and twitter. There is no way for her to be contacted after she walks out the door.
She feels a pang of guilt for lying. If her Mom knew the truth there would be no way possible for her to leave the house.
Guilt turns to nervous butterflies as she walks toward the agreed upon meeting place.
She does not know what to expect. Does not realize what is expected of her.
She reaches the designated location first and is forced to wait.
She takes in a slow, deep breath and tries to calm her nerves.
After only a few minutes he pulls into the parking lot. He gets out of his green S.U.V. with a wide smile on his face. She studies him. He is wearing a crisp white polo shirt, khaki shorts and white tennis shoes. His hair is shortish and blond. She tries to memorize everything about this moment. She wants to remember it forever.
He takes her by the hand and leads her back to his truck. Opens the door for her and waits as she gets in.
With the door shut behind her she takes it all in.
This is real. This is happening.
She closes her eyes and steadies her breathing.
He has filled her with stories of the things he wants to do. Has told her that he wants to show her how to satisfy her spouse when she is older.
He wants to be her teacher.
She opens her eyes and watches as he climbs into the driver’s seat. With the turn of a key and the shift of a gear, they are off.
Still smiling, he makes small talk. Asks her questions.
She answers his questions and asks a few of her own.
She enjoys the attention. Thinks to herself that this must be what it’s like to have a boyfriend.
They finally arrive at the destination of his choice. . . A secluded park.
There is an awkward pause in the conversation as he tries to transition into the role of teacher.
She does not know what to expect. Does not realize what is expected of her.
He takes her hand in his. Tells her what he wants her to do.
She complies with everything he asks of her. She feels awkward. Odd. But carries on so as to please him.
She realizes that the things they are doing would be frowned upon by today’s society. Knows that it’s wrong but does not want to disappoint him.
She wants him to be happy.
As the first lesson comes to an end, they pull themselves back together. Pull themselves back into reality.
Small talk is made as he drives her back to the place at which they met.
He holds her hand.
As they pull into the parking lot, they make plans to meet again.
He tells her to call him and they will set things up.
Still holding her hand, he gives her a kiss.
She climbs out of his truck and walks towards the store that will be their meeting place from now on. She turns and watches as he drives away.
Later that night, as she lies in bed, she catches the lingering scent of his cologne on her hand and her thoughts drift to him. . .
She did not know what to expect.
Did not realize what was expected of her.
She will be meeting him, for the first time, a little later that morning.
She is giddy, like the schoolgirl she is.
They have talked on the phone a couple of times. It started with a simple request to have a birthday wish sent out over the radio.
Somehow, their relationship evolved from there.
Something about her intrigues him. Maybe, it was something in her voice. Maybe, he could sense her vulnerability. Maybe, he knew easy prey when he heard it.
She is quiet. Painfully shy. And so very naive.
It takes a lot of coaxing from him to get her to agree to meet. She is unsure of the things that he wants to do.
Unsure, yet . . . interested.
The time comes for her to leave so that she can meet him. She tells her Mom she is going for a walk and meeting up with friends. She will be home later.
This was a time before cell phones and Facebook and twitter. There is no way for her to be contacted after she walks out the door.
She feels a pang of guilt for lying. If her Mom knew the truth there would be no way possible for her to leave the house.
Guilt turns to nervous butterflies as she walks toward the agreed upon meeting place.
She does not know what to expect. Does not realize what is expected of her.
She reaches the designated location first and is forced to wait.
She takes in a slow, deep breath and tries to calm her nerves.
After only a few minutes he pulls into the parking lot. He gets out of his green S.U.V. with a wide smile on his face. She studies him. He is wearing a crisp white polo shirt, khaki shorts and white tennis shoes. His hair is shortish and blond. She tries to memorize everything about this moment. She wants to remember it forever.
He takes her by the hand and leads her back to his truck. Opens the door for her and waits as she gets in.
With the door shut behind her she takes it all in.
This is real. This is happening.
She closes her eyes and steadies her breathing.
He has filled her with stories of the things he wants to do. Has told her that he wants to show her how to satisfy her spouse when she is older.
He wants to be her teacher.
She opens her eyes and watches as he climbs into the driver’s seat. With the turn of a key and the shift of a gear, they are off.
Still smiling, he makes small talk. Asks her questions.
She answers his questions and asks a few of her own.
She enjoys the attention. Thinks to herself that this must be what it’s like to have a boyfriend.
They finally arrive at the destination of his choice. . . A secluded park.
There is an awkward pause in the conversation as he tries to transition into the role of teacher.
She does not know what to expect. Does not realize what is expected of her.
He takes her hand in his. Tells her what he wants her to do.
She complies with everything he asks of her. She feels awkward. Odd. But carries on so as to please him.
She realizes that the things they are doing would be frowned upon by today’s society. Knows that it’s wrong but does not want to disappoint him.
She wants him to be happy.
As the first lesson comes to an end, they pull themselves back together. Pull themselves back into reality.
Small talk is made as he drives her back to the place at which they met.
He holds her hand.
As they pull into the parking lot, they make plans to meet again.
He tells her to call him and they will set things up.
Still holding her hand, he gives her a kiss.
She climbs out of his truck and walks towards the store that will be their meeting place from now on. She turns and watches as he drives away.
Later that night, as she lies in bed, she catches the lingering scent of his cologne on her hand and her thoughts drift to him. . .
She did not know what to expect.
Did not realize what was expected of her.
