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for me … I ended up getting married,” he laughed aloud.

      Convinced the next question out of his mouth would be, “Are you married?” Addy quickly thought of something to keep him from uttering those dreaded words.

      “Do you believe in God, Greg?”

      Greg looked surprised at first, pondered for a moment, and then responded, “You know, Addy, I do. I was brought up Catholic and have made it my business to deconstruct the dogmas of the Catholic Church. There are so many tenets I disagree with.”

      Addy instantly replied, “Me too.”

      “Yet,” Greg continued, “when I look at the beauty of the ocean or the stars at the beach at night, I can’t help but think there is an inscrutable force at work in the universe. I once read that for humans to question God is like pairing up a baby with Einstein to discuss the theory of relativity.”

      What an insightful image, Addy thought, smiling at Greg shyly.

      By this time, the waiter brought them the dessert menu, and Greg suggested they order coffee and the apple crisp.

      Addy felt obligated to belittle herself about her weight and say, “Like I need dessert.”

      She wanted Greg to know that she was fully aware of her fatness and that she should not be, and was not always, fat.

      Greg brushed aside her comment saying, “Women worry too much about weight. As for me, I prefer a more Rubenesque woman. String beans just don’t appeal to me.”

      Addy felt a load lifted from her shoulders. Maybe he actually found her body attractive.

      After enjoying homemade apple crisp with ice cream and coffee with Addy, Greg asked the waitress for the check. Smiling, he turned to Addy and said, “Ready to go?”

      Both were quiet and nervous during the ride back home. Greg finally said, “Addy, it was warm in that restaurant, wasn’t it?”

      Addy agreed. Although the windows at the Gray Gull had been wide open, it was a humid day.

      “I’m going to stop at my house and jump in the shower. Would you like to stop over at my place in a bit?” Greg inquired innocently. Addy felt her throat closing. Was she allergic to haddock?

      She managed to utter softly, “Sure. I think I will take a shower, too.”

      They both returned to their respective homes. As soon as she unlocked the door, Addy raced for the bathroom. Was she going to throw up from anxiety? STOP IT. She would never want Greg to smell vomit on her. Shaking with apprehension and excitement, she stood under the warm shower, making sure she scrubbed her sweaty body over and over again. She feared she may not be fresh “down there,” so she grabbed the bottle of “My Sin by Lanvin” from Mrs. O’Malley’s vanity and guiltily sprayed it between her legs. Now she had even stooped to stealing perfume, but the spritz of perfume aroused her. Whatever she might be about to do may cost her life, but for one selfish moment, she didn’t care. She had dreamed only of kissing Greg. Now she wished he would passionately consume her. She knew he was not capable of ravaging her in a cruel way. He would surely be tender like the men about whom she had read.

      She put on her yellow sundress, which actually felt loose on her, and walked over to Greg’s. He was sitting on his sofa wearing only white Bermuda shorts. Addy gazed at his naked, tanned triangular upper body and sat down next to him. Neither of them spoke. He looked at her longingly, taking her face in his hands and sweetly began kissing her mouth and eyelids. Passion swelled and overwhelmed them both … two lonely, unlucky people. How could this one blissful moment be wrong? Addy responded boldly to his kisses, by thrusting her tongue in his mouth. He returned the kiss passionately, touching her full breasts and then reaching up under her sundress. Greg stopped and took Addy by the hand, leading her to the bedroom. Addy was afraid. What if she didn’t know how to perform the act of love? She had always kept her mind tightly shut, detachedly leaving her body, when Lionel had sex with her. LIONEL? Get the fuck out of here, monster … pig. I wish you were dead.

      Addy focused her body, mind, and soul on Greg. He removed her sundress, bra, and underpants; removed his shorts; pulled back the bedclothes; and guided Addy to lie down on her back. What he did next was something Addy had never known. First, he tenderly kissed her erect nipples, calling her name, “Oh Addy, Addy.”

      His lips moved slowly down her body, kissing her all over, until he reached her vagina. Oh God, I hope I smell and taste good, Addy worried.

      He kissed her there with such gusto, as if he was really enjoying it, using his tongue and mouth to savor her juices. She became wetter and wetter. He kissed her again on the mouth, and she could taste her intimacy on his lips. Having never experienced this before, Addy lost herself in white heat. Greg’s penis was hard, and he entered her cautiously. He moved slowly, and Addy’s body moved in rhythm with his. How did she know how to do this so naturally? Greg then pulled his penis out and returned to savoring her vagina with his tongue. Time stood still, as he became more and more aroused, gently thrusting his penis back into her vagina. Both of them began moving as one, entering a dimension of ecstasy she had never before visited. Simultaneously, the two lovers cried out in joyous rapture, while Greg’s copious sperm filled Addy. Fluid exploded from her as well.

      Wrapped in a coverlet of ecstasy, Addy thought, this must be an orgasm. Greg pushed her hair back from her face and looked deeply into her eyes, drinking her in … Addy, with all her pain and flaws ... Addy, the unlucky girl … Addy, the wounded spirit. Addy tried to suppress her sobs. Looking alarmed, Greg asked, “What’s wrong? Oh, Addy, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

      Looking sincerely into Greg’s eyes, Addy said, “Oh no. You made such beautiful love to me. I have never known such love.”

      Greg got a warm washcloth from the bathroom and tenderly sponged off Addy. An urge came over Addy, and she found herself at Greg’s penis, licking it, sucking it, and pushing it gently down her throat. Yes, she did know how to do this, but with Lionel, she hated it. He would push her face hard against his penis, choking her. Greg lay back and closed his eyes. Almost immediately, his penis swelled again, and he reveled in the sensations of Addy’s lips and tongue on his penis. Greg tasted sweet, and Addy wanted to pleasure him forever. He suddenly drew his penis out of her mouth and placed it in her vagina. Once again, they moved in unison, and once again, they exploded in orgasmic pleasure.

      Greg placed Addy’s head on his chest. Neither of them spoke. There was no regret, no shame, and no thought. They silently embraced one another for what seemed like an eternity.

      Addy suddenly realized that the room had grown dimmer.

      “Oh, Greg. Caroline will be bringing the kids back any time now. We better check the time.”

      Tragically, it was already after six o’clock … time for Cinderella to run away from the prince.

      Greg asked Addy if she would like to take a shower with him. This was another first for her. She loved how Greg soaped her body up as if she was his baby.

      After they got dressed, they went into the living room and sat on the sofa, gazing at one another.

      “Whew,” Greg said, “we just made it. Addy, I know this is probably the wrong time to ask you, but do you have a husband?”

      Addy felt as if she would heave. She lowered her eyes, and said, “Yes.”

      A shadow fell over Greg’s face, but he continued, “Is he good to you?”

      As her eyes filled with tears, Addy answered in a small voice, “No. Not at all.”

      Looking angry, Greg asked, “Does he hurt you?”

      Addy shook her head “yes.”

      “Does he hurt the kids, too?”

      Addy shook her head “no.”

      “You know, Addy, ever since I first met you, I’ve noticed a sad look in your eyes, and I suspected something was wrong. What are you going to do?”

      Addy

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