Then tomorrow morning when my dad goes to work my mum will give herpes to the postman, and he’s the bastard that ran over my frog!’’.I was after...a job on a local farm and I thought if I took his disabled daughter out on a date, I’d stand a better chance of getting the job. I asked the farmer if that would be OK and he said as long as she was up for it, which she was, then it was fine with him. As she was in a wheel-chair, I borrowed my dad’s estate car and off we went. We had a great night out. I looked over at the pickup truck and saw that you were now watching us through an opened window. Your eyes were locked on mine. My eyes widened in recognition. What were you doing here? You owned the reserved parking spot next to the entrance of the office building where I worked. We often arrived at the same time and took the elevator together up to the twelfth floor, yet we had never said more than a good morning to each other. I often watched you enter office #1204 and wondered what. “You have to be the one to make the first move.” Maria stayed quiet, staring up at the ceiling. “OK,” she said, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Maria made plans for us to eat again at our favorite restaurant. On Friday evening, Maria dressed up in a fanciful short black leather miniskirt and her favorite button down shirt. I could tell she was dressing to impress. Neither of us said a word as we drive to the restaurant. As we parked, I asked Maria if she was sure about things. She assured. Did that just give the game away? I hope you don’t mind Bradley, but I thought it was only right that I try again and let your hear what you missed. When you think of me, I want you to remember the dirty fucking times we had together. I want you to have something you can listen to and remember me, how I remember things with you.” She pulled and tweaked her nipples hard. She gasped. The pleasure made it difficult for her to not lose complete control. “Oh Brad, can you remember that first night.