Sharon was atypical for a Jew, with green eyes and blonde hair. She was cute, but a bit overweight. We had sex twice, got engaged, and planned on marr...ing when we graduated. I was 20.In the summer of 1968 I worked doing surveying in Georgia. I had arranged to leave the job two weeks before school started in order to visit Sharon and her family in Cincinnati. Sharon had two sisters, an older sister, Lori who was in Europe, and a younger sister, Eleanor, who was 16. From Sharon I knew that. Brushing them lightly. After a second the tickling gets to her, and she lightly pops my hand. Sitting back she looks around the room then shakes her head. ‘I’m not worth all of this. This is costing you a fortune. You could have taken me somewhere much cheaper. I ….’ ‘You are more than worth it,’ I interrupt her. ‘I would have paid twice what this meal has cost just to sit here and look into your eyes,’ I tell her with a near fierce tone coming into my voice. She smiles. ‘Now you’re just being. In curiosity, I tried to remember that afternoon but got nothing but vague images. No emotion at all.I put the envelope aside and finished my meal. I washed it down with a diet Pepsi, my drink of choice now and settled down for an evening of TV. I was surprised when I looked at TVs to find those wide screens. I was so impressed that I bought one for myself. It was the only luxury I gave in to, but that was my choice as well. I wanted nothing more than to be left alone. No bars, no chance of. It was the truly degenerate people that I did it with which bothered me. It was most likely never to be repeated. Since we stormed out, we most likely would not be invited again. I personally could live with that just fine. It had been a fun experience but it was wearing a little thin. Wilma might be a different story. She might not have burned out with them just yet. I had seen her slip Jason a card so she wouldn't need me to get an invitation.I showered and checked the computer to see if.