Ive known Cherry since she was a little girl. She was my uncles "grandchild" in the sense that he was married to her grandmother. He wasnt really her grandfather but was very close to her and her sister, close enough that they called him Papa. As I said, Ive known them since childhood so that they both called me uncle. Cherry was the younger of the two. Both girls were bright and pretty. Ive always been close the Cherry. Not because of her "smarts nor her looks, which was always a turn-on, but we just liked each other. Now, dont get this wrong, I liked her older sister, too but Cherry and I just got along very well. At age 15 she was very pretty and still developing into a very attractive woman. At 18 she was still not fully developed but you could tell just how mature she was ...and had a little more to go.
When she was 21, I had to consciously keep my hands to myself. I had a wife that kept me honest. When Cherry was 25, the ball and chain divorced me. I was pretty much run through the emotional wringer. Cherry was very supportive because she had seen what the break-up did to my emotional state.
About 2 years after the divorce we had the occasion to be alone; we were driving to the local mall for something or other. I cant remember what we were going to buy and as it turned out neither one of us cared to remember, either. On the way, we were talking. She was curious about my divorce and I was telling her just how much I was hurt and how it affected me. I told her that I was very lonely and she said that she understood that. I asked her what she meant and she replied that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend. I knew immediately how she felt. She asked me about any other women in my life and I told her that I had "seen" other women but there were no sparks. After I told her that she again said that she knew the feeling. That aroused my curiosity, so I asked her if there were any other men on her horizon. When she turned to me and said that there wer... Læs hele novellen
