“It’s a mistake, we are going to regret that in the morning.” He noticed there was no if anymore, just staking out the perimeter and agreeing on...a plan of attack.“Maybe. Maybe we can treat tonight as an exception, a mutual slip and when daylight returns we feel ashamed enough to return to the status quo.”In a weird way those words felt warmer than a promise of eternal love ever could have. The way they understood each other perfectly and could admit their deep and deeper feelings without any. I was looking for intimacy, someone with whom I could share myself. I was looking for something that was missing in my life. She was married, and from what I could determine from our emails, was surviving in her own way in her own world. She was comfortable and had a good family but there was something missing in her life too. She was reaching. I was reaching. And at 1:00PM we would meet at the car wash next door.I was watching the passing traffic with growing interest, as the clock stretched. . I needed to slow down. I took a breath, my eyes never leaving her body, though moving all over it. I wanted to be naked too. Now, I realize that keeping myself from climaxing too soon would have probably been easier with my clothes on. However, in the same way I’d never had a girl take her own clothes off before, never had a girl taken my clothes off me. With an unconscious girl, if I wanted to get naked with her (which I almost always did, unless I was somewhere that I might have to. ) In my senior year I read a short story to senior honors English… to probably more praise than it deserved. Later in the day Danielle Stewart (now Danielle Stewart Harmon with beautiful kids in Salt Lake City) struck up a conversation with me, there was never anything between us, though I admired both her beauty and charm. I asked her if she’d liked the story. She said ‘yes, though it was a little ‘risky’ ‘ I corrected her, ‘risque’ (and it was stupidly so.) She asked me if I liked the word,.