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unshaven, his abrasive lips touching hers.
    Hey, he was excited! No amount of thinking would diminish his high spirits. There was indeed something there. He was wired with his thinking about the encounter. Yes, something transpired between them on that rain-soaked pavement, and he was anxious to find out if the event was as monumental as he felt it might be. He only knew that these feelings came to him honestly with no comparative past. It was as though a fateful promise was to be fulfilled. He knew that this was an instance when he must listen to his heart and not to his mind.
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    Jenny began her preening and primping early. She was immensely excited with the evening's possibilities. She was also very nervous. While she was aggressive in her work at the ad agency and in her business contacts, she found herself more timid and awkward in personal relationships. She hoped she would be able to sustain herself in conversation and poise with the handsome man who helped save her life.
    She was meticulous in her clothing selection, choosing a recently purchased two-piece outfit of mauve, with a gray blouse and a necklace of pearls. When she looked at her image in the large wall mirror she was not displeased.
    She did her shoulder length blonde hair in a high full fluff and it spilled down over her ears in gleaming wavelets. She used very little makeup, just a touch of soft lip gloss, gentle dabs of rouge on her cheeks, dark pencil liner on her brows, and understated use of mascara on her lashes.
    She looked again at her image, smiled, and gave a 'thumbs up' and cross-eyed sneer into the mirror. She then put on some Vivaldi classical guitar tapes by one of the Romero brothers and waited for Jason Prince.
    She heard the doorbell just a few minutes before 7:00 PM and was happy to note that her date appeared one that honored a time commitment. When Jenny opened the front door of her apartment and stared into Jason Prince's blue eyes, she could feel her heartbeat quicken. She sensed the rouge on her cheeks had gone deeper in its color. She felt that she had perhaps underrated this man's total image.
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    Now seated at a corner table of the El Chorro Restaurant, sipping cocktails before dinner, they found their conversation easy and unforced.
    “It's truly remarkable,” Jason said with a soft smile, “One would never know that you had recently wrestled with a lightning bolt. You are quite lovely tonight.” He toyed with the toothpick holding the olive in his martini, his eyes locked on Jenny.
    “Thank you, kind sir. It wasn't much of a wrestling match, however … pretty one-sided. It's still difficult for me to believe that it happened. I've never fainted in my life, never passed out, and to have an abrupt loss of consciousness is an amazing thing. The body is quite a machine. Have you ever been unconscious?” Jenny's eyes sparkled as she spoke, and the soft lights of the restaurant added an extra glow to her presence.
    Jason chuckled lightly. “There are those who might think I spend much of my days in a state of unconsciousness. But, no, I haven't. The nearest that I've come to blacking out, I suppose, was on a golf course a few years back. It was during the summer and the temperature was well over one hundred degrees. No question, it was a bit nuts to be playing golf on an Arizona desert when the sun and heat were so intense. Some of us were golf addicts in those days and felt we could handle just about any kind of weather on a golf course --- rain, hail, heat, didn't matter.
    “Our group was walking the course that day. Can you believe that? Walking eighteen holes! Crazy! Anyway, I had neglected pouring water into my overheated body. As I walked up the seventeenth fairway I became very dizzy and very nearly fell on my face. Dropped my golf bag and sat on it while my playing partners got some water in me. It took a few hours getting back to normal.
    “That's the closest I've come to blacking out. That's the last time my