I wasn’t anything, but I had no objection to becoming Catholic, as long as I didn’t have to be devout. She was a modern American Catholic who obse...ved the rituals, but didn’t devote herself to the church. She told me her brother was a recently ordained priest, she was proud of him and that seemed to fulfill her obligations to the church.I did what was necessary, took the instructions and converted, which convinced her I was the man she should marry for sure.When we began to plan the wedding she. She grabbed the chair’s arms and wiggled her butt on the cushion a few times. “Who wants coffee!” she said, and stood up.“Did it work on her?” I worried. No wind. Were we free? “Wait! Max? Coffee?”“Yeah, if I’m going to keep up with Alex, I need caffeine,” she said, pulling a coffeemaker box out from under my sink.“When did that get there?” I asked.“Peter and Alex bought it,” Sam said. “We already have a kettle. What about tea?”“Coffee gets me going, tea relaxes me,” Max said.“Getting a. But for now, it was a late night coffee together at a local hangout, where I would discover that the girl sitting across from me, was the one I had every intention of eventually marrying.Yeah, I know. Love at first sight. Something that only happens in fairytales and romantic movies perhaps. But it in fact happened to me. The only problem was, could I accept and come to terms with Jessie's passions, her quirks, kinks and interests. I would soon find out.I figured the evening was coming to a. He drove around Olympia and the area for a while and like what he saw. He finally stopped at a realtor's office that was on the north side of Olympia. When he entered the office he noticed that there was only one person in the office. She was a lady who appeared to be in her late-thirties. Her figure looked good in the white blouse and gray skirt that she was wearing. Her breasts were ample and her butt was nicely framed by the tightness of the skirt. Her short blond hair enhanced her beauty.