I’ve been seeing her now for a few months. She’s pulled herself together really well, the crying has stopped and you can see the determination in her eyes. She’s getting healthier and stronger, the color is coming back into her cheeks and she’s got more energy now. I see her try to smile and be happy for her kids, she has taken them fishing at the little pond nearby. She tried dating some other driver but discovered he was lying to her and she shut him down real quick. I laughed at that and was really happy when she stopped seeing him. I’m falling for this woman, I’ve got to come clean to her, I wonder what will happen. I don’t want to lose her, I don’t want to lose her friendship.
We’ve become close friends and her husband was all wrong about her. Now I know he was having the affair, with a seventeen year old girl no less. He was trying everything to get Tender Touch out of the house, compromising her reputation with the neighbors, compromising her reputation with friends, degrading her personally, and compromising her health with drugs. She found the jar of drugs one day while she was in the marriage home trying to retrieve some of the dishes and cooking utensils. She told me she had gone back to the doctors last week for a checkup because of her serious condition and the doctor had told her that if he had known that was going to happen, he would have immediately checked her into the hospital because she was that ill. He then wondered about the cause of the illness and wondered if it had been natural causes after all. It sounded and had all the symptoms of poisoning.
I’ve got to come clean with her. How? Maybe at the picnic?
Saturday afternoon finally is here, I am so nervous to see her. I’ve got everything ready for her. I can’t, I just can’t. Not yet. I want to be with her so much, I want her to love me. She’s so precious to me. I’m taking her to the canal,down by the water and the treeline. It’s beautiful there and now at the end of summer, it’s still warm but there’s a breeze off the water. We can watch the yachts sail down the canal and have our picnic. I see her waiting for me outside the apartment, she has that beautiful smile and her eyes are sparkling.
We get to the canal, it’s a little muddy where I park, but where I want to settle down is dry and just perfect. I hand her the blanket and basket and swoop her up into my arms. She’s so tiny. She laughs in surprise and tries to hold on to my neck with one arm. I laugh,
“What, haven’t you ever been carried before?” “No!, it’s the first time”, she says, “not even on my honeymoon night”, she’s still laughing. I set her down on the ground and we lay out the blanket and the picnic. We have some cheese,fried chicken and some fruit. We linger in each other’s embrace and have a great conversation and a wonderful kiss. Her lips tasting like wine are so soft, she’s so trusting and innocent and her hands so small in mine. I cannot confess to her yet, but I must. Soon.